With a sigh so deep it suggested life may not be her preference, Mrs Bollard acknowledged Tommy for the twenty-second time today.
“Yes, Tommy. What is it now?”
Like every other time, she continued scribbling on the board.
“What’s brown, sticky and smells like poo?”
The class giggled nervously.
“Don’t humour him class! Tommy, I’m not going to answer that. One more and you’ll be in detention.”
Tommy humphed. The class fell silent. Mrs Bollard screamed. The brown, sticky and smelly creature burped.