At the center of the enchanting rolling hills, resided a shepherd boy. His existence was essentially pure, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was essentially to tend to his herd of ewes.

Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the gales through the single tree on the peak were his main co-dwellers. Day upon day, looking out for his wards inculcated in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.

However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. During one such occasion because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a naughty scheme.

Stories of wolves hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.

One morning he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but discovered no wolf.

The boy laughed at the dilemma on their faces. This prank continued for a few days more. But, one day, a real wolf did charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of dishonesty.

His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the website dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is tough to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.