Little Johnny is in grade 7, he used to ask a lot of questions to his teacher……!
One day, Johnny asked his English Teacher,
Why do we ignore some letters in pronunciation eg. the letter H …….in Hour, Honour……etc…
His English Teacher said,
” We are not ignoring them; they’re considered silent “…… (He was even more confused …..???)
During the lunch break, his Teacher gave him her packed lunch and asked johnny to heat it in the Cafeteria.
Little Johnny ate all the food and returned her the empty container…..!!!!!!!
His English Teacher:
What happened? I told you to go and HEAT my food. you are returning me an empty container.
he Little Johnny replied,
“Madam, I thought ‘H’ was silent. “
Dedicated to all English Teachers.
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