Father: Who chopped down the cherry tree?
George: I cannot tell a lie; I did it with my little hatchet.
Father: As punishment, I won't let you read the CRIMSON tomorrow.
George: You can't fool me; there is no CRIMSON tomorrow. It's my birthday.
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