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It was the last day of the school year and in the kindergarten class, all the children had brought presents for their teacher, Miss Mason.

The florist’s son, Jimmy, handed Miss Mason a gift. She shook it, held it up and said, “I bet I know what it is – it’s some flowers!”

“That’s right!” shouted little Jimmy.

Then the candy store owner’s daughter, Lisa, handed the teacher a gift. Miss Mason held it up, shook it and said. “I bet I know what it is – it’s a box of candy!”

“That’s right!” shouted little Lisa.

The next gift was from the liquor store owner’s son, Little Johnny.

Miss Mason held it up and saw that it was leaking. She touched a drop with her finger and tasted it.

“Is it wine?” she asked.

“No, Miss Mason.” Little Johnny answered.

The teacher touched another drop to her tongue. “Is it champagne?” she asked.

“No,” he answered.

Finally, Miss Mason said, “I give up, Johnny. What is it?”

Little Johnny replied, “A puppy!”
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