At the center of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, lived a shepherd boy. His life was pure, simple yet virtuous. His main role was essentially to tend to his herd of rams.

Their gentle baas and the rustling of the breezes among the lone tree on the peak were his main associates. Day upon day, guarding his responsibilities inculcated in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.

However, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would long for company. During one such occasion because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome scheme.

Stories of wild beasts hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.

One afternoon he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills to offer assistance but saw no beast.

The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This game persisted for a couple of more days. But, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed check here down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is hard to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.