In the heart of the enchanting rolling meadows, resided a boy named Shepherd. His existence was essentially untarnished, and unsophisticated. His main role was mainly to tend to his herd of ewes.

Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the wind through the solo tree on the hilltop were his constant associates. Day upon day, guarding his wards instilled in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.

Yet, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. On one such day out of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a mischievous scheme.

Narratives of wolves prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a prank here on the villagers.

One day he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but found nothing threatening.

The boy laughed at the dilemma on their faces. This game continued for a few more days. However, one noon, a real wolf did attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of false alarms.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is tough to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.