The Lost Homework

For homework, Mr. Johnson assigned: Thirty math questions, twenty chapters of Remembrance of Things Past, ten quantum physics textbook pages, and to cook three cupcakes. All the students of Mr. Johnson’s class looked at each other with confusion. All baffled with the amount of work they needed to complete. Within a moment of silence, the whole class sighed with extreme relief. Mr. Johnson’s usual assignments consist of: Thirty thousand math questions, twenty thousand chapters of Remembrance of Things Past, ten thousand pages of quantum physics textbooks, and to cook four cupcakes. The four cupcakes always remained as the hardest task.

The next day Mr. Johnson went around to collect everyone’s homework. Every student turned in all the homework. All the students minus one. Adam, Adam always seemed to “lose” his homework. All of the other students laughed at Adam due to the fact he “lost” the easiest homework of the year. Mr. Johnson looked at Adam. Adam looked back at Mr. Johnson. Then Mr. Johnson said to Adam.

“So you “lost” your homework again? The easiest homework assignment of the year?” Adam replied.

“No, I did not lose my homework this time.” With confusion, Mr. Johnson asked.

“If you didn’t lose your homework then where is it?”

“You always “lose” your homework?” Adam proudly said.

“My dog ate all of it! I finished it all! But my dog ate it.” With Adam’s response, the whole room erupted into laughter. Mr. Johnson laughing and jokingly asked Adam.

“You seriously think I believe your dog ate your homework?” Adam took a moment to think. With his thought out response Adam replied.

“You should! He ate my homework.” Mockingly Mr. Johnson replied.

“Fine, tell me how your dog ate your homework.” Adam prepared, started to give the story of how his dog ate his homework.

“I was doing my homework like I always do. Suddenly my dog comes up and takes my bag, which had all of my homework in it.” Mr. Johnson, not convinced, interrupted Adam and questioned the continuity of his story.

“You first said you were working on your homework, correct?” Adam replied half-heartedly.

“Yea, like always. I was working on my homework.”

“So you were working your homework, like always” Mr. Johnson replied.

“Yes, I was working on my homework but then my dog suddenly came and took my bag with all my homework in it.” Mr. Johnson, chuckling and aware of Adam’s mistake, Mr. Johnson said.

“Alright, alright. Continue your story. Your dog took your bag with ‘all your homework’ in it.” Adam confused but agreeing continued his story.

“So my dog took my bag with all my homework. Me being such a good student, chased my dog which stole my bag. ‘Hey, get back here with my homework’ I yelled. Even though I yelled at my dog to stop, it continued to run away with my bag.” whilst Adam told Mr. Johnson his story the whole class giggled and chuckled in the background. Adam continued his story.

“After I yelled at my dog to give back my bag, he bolted off into the woods.” Mr. Johnson, once again questioning Adam on his story, asks.

“What woods, we live in the city?” Adam, startled due to the truth behind Mr. Johnson’s words, quickly responds.

“Uhh… I chased my dog all the way out of the city, to the woods. He did not stop running, and uh… my homework was done and everything so I really wanted to get it back.” Mr. Johnson, blown away by the astonishing claim Adam just made, stood in confusion. Mr. Johnson deciding to disregard Adam’s unbelievable claim, he asks Adam.

“Fine, sure you did. Still, you have yet to tell me how your dog ate your homework, so how?” Adam, shocked because he thinks Mr. Johnson believed his fib of chasing his dog to the woods, continues his story.

“Okay, okay, I’ll get to the part where my dog ate my homework. So, with my dog running into the woods I no longer chased it. Due to the woods being dense and all I only stood and watched my dog…” Adam, secretly making his story up in his mind, struggles to think of more to say. Suddenly, Adam comes up with an idea.

“Oh! Yeah, I remember now. My dog ran it into the woods and I watched my dog start to eat my homework deep in the woods.” Mr. Johnson, not believing Adam’s story, asks Adam.

“What was the delay in your story about?” Adam, running out of ideas, replies.

“Uh… I just was thinking about how upset I was, wait, no, am that my dog ate my homework.” Mr. Johnson did not believe Adam’s story one bit. The sheer fact Adam claimed his dog ate his homework disappointed Mr. Johnson. Adam, unaware continued his story.

“Yeah, my dog ate my homework. The cake batter I made previously spilled on everything. That made my dog eat everything in my school bag.” Mr. Johnson asked Adam.

“Why in the world would you have cake batter in your school bag.?!” Adam, confused, responded with.

“Um… Mr. Johnson, you assigned us to make cupcakes like always? Why wouldn’t I have cake batter?” Mr. Johnson, forgetfully, forgot that he did assign the students to make cupcakes. Mr. Johnson facepalmed with extreme dumbfoundedness. Mr. Johnson, done with Adam’s unbelievable story demanded.

“Alright Adam, enough with the games. Grow up and tell me the truth!” Adam startled, agreed.

“Fine, I’ll tell the truth now…” Mr. Johnson, happy to finally get the answer, said.

“Finally! It’s about time you tell the truth!” Adam, relieved but embarrassed tells Mr. Johnson the truth.
“Okay so here’s the truth. My dog didn’t eat my homework.” Mr. Johnson, joyful, interrupted Adam

“There we go! The truth!” Adam, annoyed, said.

“I’m not finished!” Mr. Johnson, shocked, said.

“Oh? Then please continue.” Adam, frustrated, replied.

“I will! So my dog didn’t eat my homework. I was trying to do my homework but got confused so I asked my mom for help. She too became lost in the mass of homework. She took my homework.” Mr. Johnson, confused, asks Adam.

“Your mother took your homework? Why would she take it from you?” Adam, frustrated again, says.

“Again, I. Am. Not. Finished! My mom took my homework downstairs to the kitchen. Which I left my cake batter. When she got to the kitchen, she pulled out an industrial blender from the closet. She has one due to her job. Once she pulled the blender out, she poured my cake batter into the blender. Then she threw in all of my homework. Then she turned on the blender and blended all of my homework. After the blender finished blending my homework, she angrily drank and ate all of my homework.” Mr. Johnson, with his jaw figuratively on the floor, screamed.

“That’s it! I quit!” Mr. Johnson then threw everything in his hands down on the floor then stormed out of the room.

The End!
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