Many years ago while serving in the Air Force my wife and I lived off base in the West Indies. We rented a small house from Andrew, a school teacher whose second language was English. Over the span of the two years of, which he was our landlord, we became good friends. When he learned Barb and I played Scrabble he asked if he could join us in order to improve his English.
He visited us two or three evenings each week. One evening the game dragged on and on. Andrew was not willing to give up until he had used all his tiles.
A lengthy period of time crept by and suddenly he announced he had a word. He was sitting opposite from me making his word upside down for me. My tired eyes would not comprehend the word he’d spelled, so I asked him what it was.
“It’s eeeweee,” he said, dragging out the letter E.
“That’s not a word,” I said.
“Is too,” he countered, ” EWE is a female sheep.”
“Ewe is pronounced “U”, I argued.
After proving it to him with a dictionary he blushed. “For seven years I’ve been teaching my students wrong. Now they will have to unlearn it.”