If you’ve read my latest post, you would know what I’m talking about. In case you haven’t, I’ll tell you briefly what happened this week. I contacted the Roar Elementary School, and Louis the Principal Lion told me that there was a spot for a substitute teacher. I agreed to meet him at Friday.
Anyway, early morning today my cute furry phone rang. “Hello, Miss Moongeh,” a high voice barked. “I’m Shellie the Seal, Mr. Louis’s secretary.”
“Oh, hello!” I said politely. “What’s the problem?”
“He unfortunately has an appointment at Friday, so he asks if he can meet you today, at his office.”
“Oh, yes,” I said quickly. “I’ll go see him right now.”
I hung up, and threw open my wardrobe. I whisked a yellow tutu from the hangers. “No,” I said. I threw it over my shoulder. “No,” I said, looking at a green tutu. “No, no, no!” I threw tutus of various colors over my shoulder until I was buried in mounds of tutus.
Finally, I found my favorite tutu in my desk drawer, folded neatly. It was a fuchsia-colored tutu, one I only wore on special occasions. I dressed quickly, brushed my fur, changed the light in my spukky, which was rather rusty, and then applied my hand lotion made of eggs and tofu, a homemade recipe. Then I headed for the school.
“Hello, Miss Moongeh,” said Shellie. She had a stiff blue uniform on, and glasses perched on her sharp nose. “Mr. Louis is waiting in his office.”
I nodded eagerly and entered the office. A big lion with a huge mane was sitting at the office desk. “Oh, hello, Miss Moongeh. I’m sorry for the change of the time. Please sit. May I get you a cup of coffee?”
“No thank you,” I refused politely. He smiled and sat back down. “So…” He looked me over suspiciously. “May I ask what creature you are?”
“I am a Mysterious Creature,” I said proudly, fluffing my tufts. “A rare Moongeh.”
“Oh! I like to research about Mysterious Creatures myself.” He looked excited and whipped out a notepad. “Is it true you only eat beetles? And that you have a green tongue that is a foot long?”
I stared at him in disgust. I showed him my tongue. He was greatly disappointed.
“Well, if you sign up for the teacher, I can give you a steady pay for a month. That’s how long we need a teacher. A lynx is coming in a month to take over the job.” Louis handed me a piece of paper.
I signed my signature on the paper, along with my phone number, my address, and my jobs until now.
“I was teaching until now, sadly,” said Louis. “–despite my busy appointments, but I’m glad you’ve come. Shellie will show you your classroom you will teach.” He checked the clock. “Ah, just in time. School will start soon.”
I nodded happily, and left the office. Shellie scanned the paper skeptically, and then smiled, showing rows of sharp white teeth. I gulped and stepped back. She led me out to a hallway, down a flight of stairs, around a corner, and then to a door. “You’ll be teaching Room D. The books are inside the teacher’s desk drawers. When the bell rings, you will come down to the cafeteria and join the teachers at the table, away from the students. I wish you best of luck.” She shuddered and waddled away fast.
I shrugged and entered the classroom. The classroom went silent. I marched to the front of the classroom and scanned the students. Most of them were creatures, and one or two were Mysterious Creatures. The bell rang loudly.
“I am your new teacher, Moongeh,” I said sternly. “I am here to teach you for a month. I expect you to all call me Teacher, or Miss Moongeh. Do you understand?”
The creatures stared at me wearily. I quickly cleared my throat. “I will now call attendance!”
I picked up the attendance paper. I called out name after name. An elephant, ostrich, a komodo dragon, a turtle, another Mysterious Creature, a bobcat, a pony, an owl, a two pigs with identical ribbons, a green boa, and a possum.
I opened the desk drawers, and pulled out three big books. Their names were Creature Mythology, What Humans do to Creatures, and 305 Easy Ways to Revenge to Humans.
I gulped. I had never learned these in school. Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t even GONE to school. My parent’s couldn’t afford it.
I opened the book, and began to teach.
That’s all I can tell you. I don’t want to make you have bad dreams. There were a few ugly scenes, yes, but I won’t mention them. To put it in a nutshell, the animals threw spitballs, erasers, and various things at me for teaching badly, I was fired, and my fuchsia tutu got stained with tomatoes. (I won’t tell you why.)