At the center of the captivating rolling hills, resided a young shepherd. His existence was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was mainly to care for his herd of sheep.

Their low murmuring and the whispering of the breezes among the solo tree on the mountaintop were his main associates. Day after day, guarding his wards imbued in him a notion of tranquil contentment.

But, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. During one such occasion because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome plot.

Stories of wild beasts preying on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a prank on the villagers.

One afternoon he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but discovered nothing threatening.

The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This prank laughed for a couple of more days. But, one morning, a real wolf did come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to check here the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of false alarms.

The tale 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 crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is hard to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.