In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling hills, lived a shepherd boy. His life was unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was mainly to look after his herd of ewes.

Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the gales through the single tree on the hilltop were his main companions. Day in day, looking out for his wards inculcated in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.

But, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for company. In one such instance from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a naughty plot.

Narratives of wolves preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.

One morning he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but saw nothing threatening.

The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This trick persisted for a few more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf did attack the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the check here wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the results of false alarms.

His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is hard to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.