"Good afternoon, Mr Ratcliffe."
At the end of the day, Mr Ratcliffe headed into the staffroom for a well-deserved cup of coffee and some biscuits. It had been another long, hard day. When he opened the door, someone was already inside.
“Oh, good afternoon, Miss Bucket.”
“Good afternoon, Mr Ratcliffe,” replied cinderella Bucket, the school janitor. “I was just emptying the bins.”
“Good, good.” Mr Ratcliffe smiled at the girl he was so fond of.
“Oh-oh!” groaned Mr Phil, waddling into the staff room. He was the only half-human, half-animal teacher in the school. “I got a fur, manyoya wedgie!” Mr Ratcliffe wrinkled...
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