In a village painted with every color you can think of, there lived a young boy named Timmy with bright, twinkling eyes. He was known for his wild, curly hair and the tallest tales in town.

One sunny day, Timmy told his friends a fib about finding a talking frog. His friends were amazed and begged Timmy to show them the frog.

Timmy led them to the pond, his heart bouncing like a ball. He knew there was no talking frog, but what could he do now? His mouth felt as dry as the dirt path they walked on.

When they reached the pond and found no frog, Timmy's friends were sad. Timmy felt a raindrop of guilt, but instead of being honest, he said the frog was a secret ninja and had vanished!

For days, everyone in the village was talking about the sneaky ninja frog, asking Timmy for more stories. With every tale, Timmy painted a bigger picture, but the colors of truth were fading.

One evening, Timmy's mom asked about the frog. Timmy's cheeks turned red like strawberries, and finally, the truth bubbled out. He explained there was no frog; it was all made up.

Timmy's mom hugged him, telling him it's always better to be honest. The next day, Timmy gathered his friends and told them the truth. It wasn't easy, but it lifted a heavy backpack off his shoulders.

From that day on, Timmy was the most truthful kid around. Everyone in the village knew they could trust him, and Timmy never felt happier. The colors of the village seemed even brighter with honesty.