In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, lived a boy named Shepherd. His being was unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was to tend to his flock of rams.

Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the gales among the lone tree on the mountaintop were his only companions. Day after day, looking out for his responsibilities imbued in him a sense of tranquil contentment.

But, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for company. During one such occasion because of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome plot.

Narratives of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.

One morning he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills to help but found no wolf.

The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. However, one noon, a real wolf actually charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he went back to the town only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down more info generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.