I didn't do it...I promise

From across the room, I heard my father loudly summoning me. I wondered what's wrong. He didn't seem very happy. So I pranced over to see just what was the matter. I couldn't believe my long Weimaraner ears. He was accusing me of making a mess in the living room. Surely not!! He said that I was playing too rough with my toy by tearing out the stuffing. I tried to convience him that I did not do it.
I tried to think of a few alternatives of what could have happened. For instance...
Maybe it combusted all on it's own.
Maybe mom was working out in the living room and pulled it apart.
Maybe a cat came inside the house and tore it to shreds.
Maybe someone hit it like a pinata and instead of candy, yummy stuffing came out.

For some reason, my dad did not believe any of the excuses. I couldn't figure out why until he said that it had to be me for 2 reasons. #1 He saw my blog yesterday and saw me playing with the toy. #2 He saw one little speck of stuffing on my face. (If you blow up the photo, you might be able to see it). Man, I guess lying never pays off. You always get caught.