Young Bobby was called up to see his angry teacher one day at school.
“Bobby, where’s your homework?” Miss Martin said sternly to the little boy while holding our her hand.
“My dog ate it,” was his solemn response.
“Bobby, I’ve been a teacher for 18 years, do you really expect me to believe that?”.
“It’s true Miss Martin, I swear it is,” Bobby insisted. “I had to smear it with honey, but I finally got him to eat it.”