In the heart of the captivating rolling fields, resided a shepherd boy. His existence was pure, simple read more yet virtuous. His primary duty was to tend to his herd of ewes.

Their gentle baas and the rustling of the wind across the lone tree on the mountaintop were his constant co-dwellers. Day upon day, guarding his responsibilities inculcated in him a notion of calm satisfaction.

However, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. During one such occasion out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty scheme.

Tales of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.

One day he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but saw no beast.

The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This prank laughed for a few days more. Yet, one noon, a real wolf did attack the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.

His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.