In the heart of the enchanting rolling hills, resided a shepherd boy. His being was essentially untarnished, simple, and honest. His only responsibility was to look after his flock of rams.

Their gentle baas and the rustling of the breezes among the lone tree on the hilltop were his constant companions. Day after day, watching over his charges instilled in him a sense of tranquil contentment.

But, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. On one such day out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a mischievous plot.

Narratives of wolves prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.

One day he dashed into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but saw nothing threatening.

The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game persisted for a few days more. But, one morning, a real wolf actually charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” click here But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the town only to receive a lesson on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.

The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is hard to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.