At the center of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, dwelt a young shepherd. His life was mostly unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to tend to his flock of ewes.

Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the wind through the solo tree on the mountaintop were his constant companions. Day in day, watching over his responsibilities imbued in him a sense of tranquil contentment.

Yet, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. During one such occasion from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous plan.

Stories of predators hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a trick on the villagers.

One morning he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but found no wolf.

The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. Yet, one morning, a real wolf did attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.

The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is hard to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it get more info was then.