At the center of the enchanting rolling fields, dwelt a young shepherd. His existence was mostly pure, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was mainly to care for his flock of rams.

Their low murmuring and the whispering of the breezes across the single tree on the mountaintop were his main co-dwellers. Day in day, looking out for his wards instilled in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.

However, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. On one such day out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plot.

Narratives of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a joke on the townsfolk.

One morning he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to help but saw nothing threatening.

The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This game continued for a couple of more days. Yet, one morning, a real wolf actually charge at the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled 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 dishonesty.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once lost, is website hard to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.