At the center of the captivating rolling fields, resided a young shepherd. His life was essentially untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His main role was mainly to look after his flock of ewes.

Their low murmuring and the whispering of the gales through the solo tree on the peak were his only companions. Day after day, watching over his responsibilities inculcated in him a sense of tranquil contentment.

Yet, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. During one such occasion because of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome plot.

Narratives of wild beasts preying on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.

One morning he dashed into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers rushed up the hills to help but found no beast.

The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This game persisted for a few more days. But, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no here one showed up.

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

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