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There once Lived a small boy called Pukhraj who was the son of a farmer.The one trouble with Pukhraj was that he often told lies to his family and to his friends. He would tell stories of monsters in the jungle, or he would pretend that there were deadly snakes in the fields, or that he was too sick to work when he was really not sick at all.
It was the young boy`s job to take his father`s cattle out grazing each morning in a clearing in the jungle on the edge of a nearby hillside. Pukhraj did not enjoy this job very ,much because he found the cattle very boring and often wished that his life was filled with more fun and adventure. But instead of fun and adventure, Pukhraj found himself doing the same boring jobs each and every day and this made the young boy very resentful. And it was this resentment which often caused naughty Pukhraj to invent stories that were not true.
One day,when the young boy was especially bored with looking after the cattle in the clearing,he decided to he decided to have a joke with the people of the village. I shall pretend that I am being attacked by a lion, thought Pukhraj. And all of a sudden the young boy began to scream as loud as he could...` Help me, help me, he cried. I am being attached by a fierce lion!