In the heart of check here the mesmerizing rolling hills, resided a young shepherd. His life was mostly untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His main role was to look after his herd of rams.

Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the gales among the lone tree on the peak were his main companions. Day upon day, looking out for his charges instilled in him a sense of tranquil contentment.

However, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. On one such day from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plan.

Stories of wild beasts preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.

One morning he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills for rescue but saw nothing threatening.

The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This trick continued for a few more days. However, one day, a real wolf did attack the flock. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of dishonesty.

The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.