It was a warm and muggy aphternoon. Wiphey came home phrom work to phind Hubby heading outside to do more work on their new phence. As Hubby was heading out the door, Wiphey asked iph he had philled up her car with gas, as he had planned to do. "No, I couldn't phind your keys," said Hubby. "I thought you had taken them with you."
"Why would I take them with me? I walked to school," answered Wiphey.
They bantered back and phorth phor a phew more seconds until Hubby stepped outside. Phil sat by quietly because he had no idea what happened to the keys. Wiphey and Phil looked everywhere phor her missing car keys: her purse, junk drawers, hallway closets...even the garbage can. She phelt conphident that Hubby had seen them last.
Phinally, Wiphey dug out her spare key to check perhaps the most obvious place: inside her car. Low and behold...

...she and Phil phound the keys! Hubby had lepht them behind when he pulled out the wood phor the new dog gate.
The moral oph the story? Wiphey is always right. And Phil will never disagree with that.