3: Three In One
In case you don't remember, Mrs. Jules is terrified of dead rats. She hates them and doesn't allow them in her classroom. Do you remember Sammy? Well, turns out he might not be dead. Read this story and tell me what you think.
Dameon looked around. He knew his crush hated dead rats, so he always kept an eye out for the smallest tail. Dameon saw the smallest tail. "Ah! Mrs. Jules, there's a rat in your classroom!" "Eek! Dameon, throw it out the window," Mrs. Jules screamed.
Dameon did as he was told while he tried not to scream. The rat smelled, and Dameon did too afterwards. "You stink, rat fink!" Terrence exclaimed. Mrs. Jules made him write his name on the board under the word DISCIPLINE. Dameon kept an eye out again. He saw another rat and said, "Ah! Mrs. Jules, there's a rat in your classroom!"
Mrs. Jules screamed as the rat cornered her in her desk. Dameon ran to the rescue. He protected her best he could, but the rat was too fast. It jumped on Mrs. Jules. "EEK!" she screamed louder than before. "I'll kill it!" Dameon exclaimed. He stepped on it and smashed it on the ground. Dameon was sent home on the kindergarten bus for letting a dead rat in the classroom.
Paul and Leslie were friends again. They still didn't like their own names, so they switched again. Leslie was Paul and Paul was Leslie. It was simple. Now that they had switched their names, they were each other. Paul's pigtails dangled in front of Leslie. It was like it said to her, "Pull me, Leslie. Pull me." "I can't. I'll get sent on the kindergarten bus."
"I guess you're right. But I'm so lonely. Oh so lonely, oh so lonely." Leslie stared at Paul's pigtails. So easy. So vulnerable. "Yaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Paul screamed. Leslie shot back her hand. She looked sheepish. "Leslie pulled my pigtails!" Everyone laughed. Except for Leslie and Paul, of course. "Leslie! Go write your name on the DISCIPLINE list!" Mrs. Jules ordered. She did so.
"I'm so sorry, Paul," Leslie tried, but he didn't budge. Leslie felt awful. At recess they decided to switch back. They spun around and around and around until they both fell over again. Leslie was Leslie and Paul was Paul. It was simple. Leslie and Paul didn't like each other. They like-liked each other. To show their affection for each other, they pulled each other's pigtails.
This story is about Mrs. Zarves. There is no Mrs. Zarves.