Once upon a time there was a boy. He had a mother and a father who loved him very much. However, the boy's parents were perplexed when they found an almost empty jar of peanut butter beneath the boy's bed.
Later that afternoon the parents questioned the boy as to where the jar of peanut butter had come from.
The boy told his parents this story of how the peanut butter came to be beneath his bed.
One day when the boy was at school he noticed a friend who was enjoying some nearly-expired peanut butter on crackers. The friend arrived at a point where he no longer had crackers, yet his peanut butter was still near to overflowing. "Whatever shall I do with this nearly-expired jar of peanut butter?" the friend wondered aloud. The boy, who was used to eating nearly-expired peanut butter, offered to take it off of his friend's hands. "Thank you ever so much!" the friend replied. The boy then brought the peanut butter home and placed it beneath his bed. He did not want to leave it in his locker at school. He did not want to leave it in his knapsack. He did not want to place it upon his dresser. He wanted it to be beneath his bed so that his younger brother would not ask for any nearly-expired peanut butter.
"How is it, then," the boy's mother inquired, "that your jar of nearly-expired peanut butter carries the same label, non-nearly-expired expiration date AND batch number as the plethora of peanut butter which is placed in our pantry?"
The boy lowered his head in shame. His parents were right. He had pilfered the peanut butter from the pantry. And it was then that he realized that one lie begets another and another... until the sticky, peanut butter web has been spun to the extent that one becomes stuck in it.