In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling fields, lived a boy named Shepherd. His life was essentially pure, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was mainly to care for his herd of rams.

Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the gales through the lone tree on the peak were his only co-dwellers. Day upon day, watching over his wards instilled in him a sense of calm satisfaction.

Yet, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy here would long for fellowship. In one such instance from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a naughty plan.

Tales of wild beasts prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.

One morning he dashed into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to help but saw nothing threatening.

The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. But, one day, a real wolf actually charge at the flock. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.

His tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was then.