Our puppy was looking like he needed a nap, so my six-year-old son decided to tell him a bedtime story:
"There was once a big ship named the Titanic... Hey! Quit biting me! Now I have to start again."
A few seconds later:
"There was once a big ship named the Titanic. It hit an iceburg and......Hey! Quit biting me! Now I have to start all over...but at least I got a little farther."
A couple seconds later:
"There was once a big ship named the Edmund Fitzgerald. Then a big storm came and....Hey! Mom! Why won't this dumb dog let me finish his bedtime story?"
"Because he's a dog."
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