In the heart of the enchanting rolling hills, resided a shepherd boy. His being was untarnished, simple, and honest. His only responsibility was to look after his herd of ewes.

Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the breezes across the solo tree on the mountaintop were his constant co-dwellers. Day upon day, guarding his wards instilled in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.

Yet, there more info were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for company. On one such day because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous scheme.

Narratives of wild beasts hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.

One day he dashed into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but found nothing threatening.

The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. But, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he went back to the town only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the results of crying wolf.

His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.