There lived a cowboy in a certain village. He grazed the cattle’s in the field near the forest. He used to cut grasses, wash away the cattle’s and feed them. Besides his usual duty, the sand played flute and gossiped with another boy. The boy had a bad habit. At times he shouted saying, tiger. People used to come running towards him hearing his shouting. He got pleases with this. One day at afternoon, he was grazing in the field. Suddenly he saw a tiger. He became afraid and shouted saying “Tiger” again and again. But nobody came to save him. He tried to climb up the tree but failed. The tiger attacked very swiftly and killed him. When people found him as a dead body, they had nothing to do. I think that sometimes we ourselves create the tragedy in our life. The same thing happened in the cowboy’s life. If he didn’t tell a lie shouting “tiger” people would come running and perhaps he might avoid the danger. So we should not tell a lie even for making a fun.