Deep within the enchanting rolling hills, dwelt a shepherd boy. His life was mostly unadulterated, simple, and honest. His only responsibility was to look after his herd of rams.

Their gentle baas and the rustling of the wind across the lone tree on the mountaintop were his main associates. Day upon day, watching over his responsibilities imbued in him a sense of calm satisfaction.

Yet, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. In one such instance out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plan.

Tales of predators hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a trick on the villagers.

One morning he dashed into the village shouting read more “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but found no wolf.

The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This prank laughed for a few more days. But, one morning, a real wolf actually attack the herd. The shepherd boy ran for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” 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 went back to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the results of false alarms.

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