MR JOLLYMAN GARY
Remember back in the olden days?
There was once a mongoose who had to go to the toilet very badly right after he sneaked into a school. Unluckily for him, the students saw him and began crowding around him, and he had to run away. Even more unluckily, hell broke loose when he began running, and the entire shabang drew a very messy brown line down the corridor.
That became a story on this very blog, and the mongoose became quite famous.
Remember when I told you you wouldn't see many woodland critters roaming our halls? Throw that piece of information out the window 'cause our school had another quite unwelcome guest. And his name is Mr Jollyman Gary.
To be fair, that isn't his real name, I just made it up on the spot, but it sounds very funny so I'll stick with it.
Back to the story.
It was the end of the lunch break, and the Robins had just split up to go to their now separate classes. I sat down on my seat when, almost immediately, I hear screams from our neighbouring class, 8E. Which is, by the way, Al and Ally's class. The kids in my class get up and look out to see what was going on. I, again, stayed in my seat because my desk was all the way in the other side of the classroom and I was too lazy to get up.
"A RAT!"
Now I definitely won't get up. Because I do not like rats.
More screams followed, and I played what might have happened in my mind.
It went like this-
Mr Jollyman Gary was taking a leisurely stroll through the school halls when BASH! he bumped straight into a student who screamed. Which sparked the curiosity of other students, who also screamed. Which sparked the curiosity of other classes, who walked out and began to scream as well.
Poor Jollyman Gary.
But other than that, I thought it was rather trivial to be screaming like this. Sure, rats are certainly not the person you'll raise a hat to on your walk to the bathroom, but seriously? Y'all are in eighth grade!
In the break, I walked over to 8E to see whether Al and Ally were all right. And that was where I got wind of what really happened, through Al. But to be honest, I was pretty close.
It was art class and someone went to take the art kits from the cupboards. Which was where Jollyman Gary was taking a nap. When the door was open, the poor rat got startled and rushed out, which led to (as I guessed) a lot of screaming.
Jollyman rushed past Ally's table, which she took as a sign of the rat wanting to eat her, and screamed. Al, who was sitting close, said, "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?"
To which she replied with - "AAAAAAAAH!"
And Al asked again. "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
To be fair, she wasn't the only one. A girl whom I'll call Debbie, climbed onto her desk and screamed even after the rat was gone. Mr Gary rushed around the place amid the confusion and ran out after he finally found the exit. Where Debbie was still screaming.
It was Hindi class when Mr Gary made his entrance and rushed out of 8E. A few minutes later, our Hindi teacher hobbled in carrying several bags.
"Did you hear about the rat?" asked a kid.
"Oh, yes," our teacher replied, "He's in the staffroom now. I took all my stuff with me."
It might be shocking, but some kids were disappointed that it was just a rat.
"I thought there was a fight or something."
"I thought somebody plummeted down the Quadrangle."
"I thought somebody died."
Lemme just say, all that screaming gave people ideas. And it was not only the eighth graders, cause the seventh graders were conspiring on what the screaming was about too.
According to Tia, they thought somebody had hit their head or something and fallen unconscious or something. Apparently, a few select kids in her class were carefully rounding up on the crowd outside 8E to see what's going on.
When I told Tia about what Al told me, she was like, "Wow, we were way off."
A few days later, we found out that Mr Jollyman Gary was still going on his even strolls IN THE SCHOOL. We were lining up to go outside after the home bell and were going down the stairs when another volley of screams erupted. I thought somebody fell or something and was too busy thinking about it to notice that all the girls were very keen on getting out. Which resulted in me almost falling down the stairs as the girls hurried forward out of the line.
There was once a mongoose who had to go to the toilet very badly right after he sneaked into a school. Unluckily for him, the students saw him and began crowding around him, and he had to run away. Even more unluckily, hell broke loose when he began running, and the entire shabang drew a very messy brown line down the corridor.
That became a story on this very blog, and the mongoose became quite famous.
Remember when I told you you wouldn't see many woodland critters roaming our halls? Throw that piece of information out the window 'cause our school had another quite unwelcome guest. And his name is Mr Jollyman Gary.
To be fair, that isn't his real name, I just made it up on the spot, but it sounds very funny so I'll stick with it.
Back to the story.
It was the end of the lunch break, and the Robins had just split up to go to their now separate classes. I sat down on my seat when, almost immediately, I hear screams from our neighbouring class, 8E. Which is, by the way, Al and Ally's class. The kids in my class get up and look out to see what was going on. I, again, stayed in my seat because my desk was all the way in the other side of the classroom and I was too lazy to get up.
"A RAT!"
Now I definitely won't get up. Because I do not like rats.
More screams followed, and I played what might have happened in my mind.
It went like this-
Mr Jollyman Gary was taking a leisurely stroll through the school halls when BASH! he bumped straight into a student who screamed. Which sparked the curiosity of other students, who also screamed. Which sparked the curiosity of other classes, who walked out and began to scream as well.
Poor Jollyman Gary.
But other than that, I thought it was rather trivial to be screaming like this. Sure, rats are certainly not the person you'll raise a hat to on your walk to the bathroom, but seriously? Y'all are in eighth grade!
In the break, I walked over to 8E to see whether Al and Ally were all right. And that was where I got wind of what really happened, through Al. But to be honest, I was pretty close.
It was art class and someone went to take the art kits from the cupboards. Which was where Jollyman Gary was taking a nap. When the door was open, the poor rat got startled and rushed out, which led to (as I guessed) a lot of screaming.
Jollyman rushed past Ally's table, which she took as a sign of the rat wanting to eat her, and screamed. Al, who was sitting close, said, "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?"
To which she replied with - "AAAAAAAAH!"
And Al asked again. "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
To be fair, she wasn't the only one. A girl whom I'll call Debbie, climbed onto her desk and screamed even after the rat was gone. Mr Gary rushed around the place amid the confusion and ran out after he finally found the exit. Where Debbie was still screaming.
It was Hindi class when Mr Gary made his entrance and rushed out of 8E. A few minutes later, our Hindi teacher hobbled in carrying several bags.
"Did you hear about the rat?" asked a kid.
"Oh, yes," our teacher replied, "He's in the staffroom now. I took all my stuff with me."
It might be shocking, but some kids were disappointed that it was just a rat.
"I thought there was a fight or something."
"I thought somebody plummeted down the Quadrangle."
"I thought somebody died."
Lemme just say, all that screaming gave people ideas. And it was not only the eighth graders, cause the seventh graders were conspiring on what the screaming was about too.
According to Tia, they thought somebody had hit their head or something and fallen unconscious or something. Apparently, a few select kids in her class were carefully rounding up on the crowd outside 8E to see what's going on.
When I told Tia about what Al told me, she was like, "Wow, we were way off."
A few days later, we found out that Mr Jollyman Gary was still going on his even strolls IN THE SCHOOL. We were lining up to go outside after the home bell and were going down the stairs when another volley of screams erupted. I thought somebody fell or something and was too busy thinking about it to notice that all the girls were very keen on getting out. Which resulted in me almost falling down the stairs as the girls hurried forward out of the line.
Who knows where Jollyman is now? Hopefully not in the school.
FROM YOUR NON-RAT ENTHUSIAST
N.M SIRIUS
SIRIUS OUT!
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