FIRE VERSUS EDUCATION

Monday, a boring day at Oyster Elementary School. Our story starts with the young boy named Isaac who was in Class 4-B doing math, peacefully working on the warmup when "suddenly" some of his fellow classmates started questioning, "What's that smell?" Our hero Isaac starts sniffing. He smells the smell, sort of something like badly burned popcorn and burned toast mixed together. Then, the teacher came over, my second teacher, and asked, "What is that horrible smell?" Someone blurted out, "Sorry, that was me." Through the light of the window, our young, highly intelligent hero saw smoke. "Look, everybody, smoke!" our dashing hero shouted. The teachers looked back. They gasped in horror. "Everybody out! Make a line calmly now," one teacher said. All of us were extremely excited. "Wow," we all said. "A real live fire." We "quietly" made a line and went downstairs. Soon the fire alarm was going off. By the time were outside, all of us were really excited. Soon the firetruck came. That made us go double bonkers. Then another firetruck came. Soon the place was going triple bonkers. Then a hook and ladder came. Everyone was going so wild, with cheering and hooting, especially our hero Isaac, because just this morning he was wishing for an adventure. By the time the fourth firetruck came, everyone was going so crazy, the teacher had to come and calm us down. We saw a little smoke from the school. By the time a fifth firetruck, you would not believe how crazy the school was going. Then a police car came out. Then the chief's police car. Then two ambulances. Then finally another firetruck. Some kids were crying. Some kids were laughing. Some kids were hooting and cheering. So then, these four special police came. Our hero Isaac was bedwaffled. First, a fire, then all these firetrucks and ambulances and special police -- and we're going to miss school today, he thought. Sweet-o-rama. Four special police let us into a hotel that I recall being called the Marriott. They let us into a cramped little room, and we sang a song. Mary Had A Little Lamb. This is the best part yet. Our fantastic hero was already going crazy with happiness. Then they moved us to a giant ballroom and they catered us with all sorts of delights. From donuts to popcorn, and sandwiches and salami and pasta and all sorts of varieties of roast beef. It was heaven, told our young hero to the reporters. The parents were coming. Soon my mom came to pick me up. I was ready to vamanos, and I had just experienced the best school day of my life!! Allright, thank you, thank you, and cut! Allright now, people, get out, get out, I hope you enjoyed the show. Throw your trash out in the nearest trash cans. No autographs now! Ah, that's my tie! Security!