Deep within the captivating rolling meadows, resided a shepherd boy. His being was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was essentially to look after his herd of ewes.

Their low murmuring and the rustling of the gales through the single tree on the hilltop were his main co-dwellers. Day upon day, watching over his wards imbued in read more him a sense of calm satisfaction.

Yet, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. On one such day from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous plot.

Tales of wolves hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the village. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.

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

The boy chuckled at the puzzle on their faces. This trick laughed for a few days more. However, one morning, a real wolf did come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy ran for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.

The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is hard to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.