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Printable Edition: La Llorona and the Missing Homework
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One rainy morning when I was in third grade, my friend, Jose, came running into our classroom in a panic just as our teacher, Mrs. Zapata, was collecting our homework.
“La Llorona,” Jose yelled, “she was chasing me!”
“La Llorona?” Mrs. Zapata asked.
“Yes,” he shouted, “she had me in her hands and nearly dragged me into the arroyo!”
“Are you okay?” Mrs. Zapata asked.
“I am,” Jose answered, “but I lost my backpack, and it had my homework inside of it.”
“Your homework?” Mrs. Zapata asked.
“All of it!” Javier cried. “I worked all night on it and now it’s gone, lost!”
Mrs. Zapata raised an eyebrow. She knew something wasn’t adding up.
Seeing the look on her face, Javier quickly added, “I had to run through bushes, hide behind cars, and crawl under fences to get away from her! I thought I was a goner.”
Javier’s hair and clothes were wet, but as I studied him a bit closer I knew that he wasn’t telling the truth.
Can you figure out how I could tell he wasn’t telling the truth?
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“La Llorona,” Jose yelled, “she was chasing me!”
“La Llorona?” Mrs. Zapata asked.
“Yes,” he shouted, “she had me in her hands and nearly dragged me into the arroyo!”
“Are you okay?” Mrs. Zapata asked.
“I am,” Jose answered, “but I lost my backpack, and it had my homework inside of it.”
“Your homework?” Mrs. Zapata asked.
“All of it!” Javier cried. “I worked all night on it and now it’s gone, lost!”
Mrs. Zapata raised an eyebrow. She knew something wasn’t adding up.
Seeing the look on her face, Javier quickly added, “I had to run through bushes, hide behind cars, and crawl under fences to get away from her! I thought I was a goner.”
Javier’s hair and clothes were wet, but as I studied him a bit closer I knew that he wasn’t telling the truth.
Can you figure out how I could tell he wasn’t telling the truth?
Click here for the answer.
