Deep within the mesmerizing rolling fields, lived a shepherd boy. His being was essentially untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was mainly to care for his flock of sheep.

Their gentle baas and the whispering of the breezes among the lone tree on the mountaintop were his main companions. Day in day, guarding his responsibilities imbued in him a notion of calm satisfaction.

However, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. In one such instance from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty scheme.

Tales of wild beasts preying on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.

One morning he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills for rescue but discovered nothing threatening.

The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank persisted for a few more days. But, one morning, a real wolf did attack the herd. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “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 lesson on honesty and the results of dishonesty.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a website mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is tough to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.