As I shuffled into the classroom, I knew that Mr. Van Camp would never believe me. I looked at my scuffed shoes and mumbled, "My homework is not done, Sir. I do have a good excuse though."

                 "This is not the first time your homework has not been completed. Perhaps," Mr. Van Camp suggested, "it's time to speak with your parents."

"Please, you have no idea what will happen to me if you phone my home," I moaned. It looked as if he was going to fall for my story.

 "Well, let's hear your excuse. It better be good."

              “My family just got a new puppy,” I started to say.

               “Please don’t try to tell me that your dog ate your homework,” remarked Mr. Van Camp.

       

                “It didn’t eat my homework it hid it somewhere in the forest behind my house.”

                 “That is one of the worst excuses that I have ever heard”