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- Edgar Allan Poe

For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,

Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,

Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies

Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.

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verb

To accept something as true; feel sure of the truth of.

I believe that honesty is the best policy, even when it's difficult.

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The Boy Who Cried Wolf

In a small village nestled among green hills, a young shepherd boy named Theo watched over his family's flock of sheep. Each day, he led the sheep to the lush pastures at the edge of the forest, where they could graze peacefully. The villagers trusted Theo to keep the sheep safe from wolves that sometimes prowled nearby. But Theo often felt bored and lonely, with no one to talk to except the sheep. He longed for excitement and attention, so he devised a trick to break the monotony of his daily routine.

One afternoon, Theo cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Wolf! Wolf! A wolf is attacking the sheep!" The villagers heard his cries and dropped their tools, racing up the hill with pitchforks and sticks to help. But when they arrived, they found no wolf—only Theo laughing at their worried faces. "There's no wolf," he giggled. "I just wanted to see you all run!" The villagers shook their heads and returned to their work, annoyed at the false alarm. Theo felt a thrill of power, enjoying the brief excitement he had created.

A few days later, Theo played the same trick again. He screamed, "Wolf! Wolf!" and again the villagers came running, only to find him laughing once more. This time, they were angry. "False alarms waste our time and energy," scolded the village elder. "If you cry wolf when there is none, no one will believe you when a real wolf comes." Theo shrugged, thinking they were overreacting. He did not understand that his lies were breaking the trust between him and the community, a bond that was essential for their safety.

" The villagers heard his cries and dropped their tools, racing up the hill with pitchforks and sticks to help.

Then one evening, a real wolf crept out of the forest, its eyes gleaming in the twilight. Theo's heart pounded as he shouted with all his might, "Wolf! Wolf! Please, help!" But the villagers, remembering his past tricks, stayed in their homes. "It's just that boy again," they muttered. The wolf scattered the flock, killing several sheep before disappearing into the darkness. Theo learned a harsh lesson that day: a liar is not believed even when they tell the truth. The story's pattern—repetition of false alarms leading to a real crisis—symbolises how broken trust can have dire consequences. The moral is clear: honesty is the foundation of trust, and without it, we stand alone.