At the center of the mesmerizing rolling hills, resided a young shepherd. His life was mostly unadulterated, simple, and honest. His only responsibility was mainly to tend to his flock of rams.

Their low murmuring and the rustling of the breezes across the lone tree on the mountaintop were his main associates. Day upon day, guarding his wards inculcated in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.

But, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. During one such occasion out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous plot.

Tales of predators prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.

One morning he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills to offer assistance but found nothing threatening.

The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This game laughed for a few days more. However, one day, a real wolf actually charge at the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf get more info but managed to protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the results of crying wolf.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is tough to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was then.