Missing homework

“Vernon, where’s your homework?” Miss Martin said sternly to the
little boy while holding out her hand.

“My dog ate it,” was his solemn response.

“Vernon, I’ve been a teacher for eighteen years. Do you really expect
me to believe that?”

“It’s true, Miss Martin, I swear,” insisted the boy. “I had to force
him, but he ate it!”

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