At the end of writing class one of the boys wasn’t finished and asked if he could take it home and give it to me the next day. I agreed.
But instead of giving it to me, he gave it to another foreign teacher who told me to get it from him that night. When I went to retrieve the homework, my friend couldn’t find it. He looked all over his apartment, his bag, his jacket, but it was gone. “It must have fallen out of my pocket,” he said. “Don’t blame the student.”
Then, a few days later I got a call. “I found the homework!” said the foreign teacher. “The only problem is, my bunny found it first.”
So now, that old excuse has come true! But even worse, it’s the teacher who needs to apologize to the student. Surely a first in the animal ate my homework excuse. “Sorry kid, the bunny ate your homework…”