My mother recently got herself a dog in light of my departure for army training for four months and would be alone (Yes, I live with my mom. But I’m no scrub. I am a working professional with my personal affairs in order. We’re in a recession!! lol). Additionally, my brother will be away at college. So it would have been an empty home, until now.
So animals and what not have just been on the brain, and while taking photos today of our little addition named Reed in the front yard, I came across a little story I snapped from the teacher’s lounge at work. It’s a story about a boy who truthfully told his teacher what his favorite animal was. The story is below the picture.
Reed is my favorite animal at the moment because of this ultra cute picture I snapped of him this morning (excuse my silly finger that got in the way at the top-left of the photograph. I cropped it a bit. Silly fingers!! lol) Do you have a favorite animal?
Camera: iPhone 4 – Click image to enlarge
My Favorite Animal
Our teacher asked us what our favorite animal was, and I said, “Fried chicken.” She said I wasn’t funny, but she couldn’t have been right, because everyone else in the class laughed.
My parents told me to always be truthful and honest, and I am. Fried chicken is my favorite animal. I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA. He said they love animals so much.
I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal’s office. I told him what happened, and he laughed too. Then he told me not to do it again.
The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was. I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, just like she’d asked the other children. So I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken. She sent me back to the principal’s office again. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.
I don’t understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn’t like it when I am. Today, my teacher asked us to tell her what famous person we admire most.
I told her, “Colonel Sanders.”
Guess where I am now…???