The tender young mother caught her baby boy in a deliberate lie. With tears in her eyes, and a catch in her voice, she sought to impress upon him the enormity of his offense.
"Do you know," she questioned severely, "what happens to little boys who tell lies?"
The culprit shook his head in great distress, and the mother explained carefully:
"Why, a great big red monster, with horns on his head and one eye in the center of his forehead, comes along and grabs the little boy who has told a lie, and flies with him up to the moon, and keeps him there sifting ashes all the rest of his life. You won't ever tell another lie, will you, darling? It's wicked!"
The little boy regarded the his mom with round-eyed admiration.
"Oh, mama," he gurgled, "what a whopper that was!"
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