Deep within the enchanting rolling meadows, resided a young shepherd. His existence was pure, simple, and honest. His only responsibility was essentially to tend to his flock of sheep.

Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the click here gales through the solo tree on the peak were his only associates. Day upon day, looking out for his wards inculcated in him a sense of calm satisfaction.

But, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. In one such instance out of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome plan.

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

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

The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a few days more. However, one morning, a real wolf actually charge at 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 could protect only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the town only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.

The story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is difficult to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.