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"Moishie, where's your homework?" Miss Feinman said sternly to the little boy while holding out her hand.
"My dog ate it," was his solemn response.
"Moishie, I've been a teacher in this Talmud Torah for eighteen years. Do you really expect me to believe that?"
"It's true, Miss Feinman, I promise" insisted the boy. "I had to force him, but he ate it!"