At the center of the captivating rolling hills, resided a young shepherd. His being was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His main role was mainly to care for his flock of rams.

Their soft bleating and the whispering of the gales through the lone tree on the peak were his only associates. Day after day, watching over his charges inculcated in him a sense of calm satisfaction.

But, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for company. On one such day out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome scheme.

Stories of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the village. So, the boy chose to exploit this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.

One afternoon he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but saw no beast.

The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This prank persisted for a few days more. But, one morning, a real wolf did attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

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

The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once lost, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.