escuelaa squirrelschool

It was that time of year where the days are short and the school days are long. The kids listened in classrooms to boring lectures and waited for the school day to be over. The second hand seemed to tick slower and slower.

Just as the children thought they would surely fall asleep from boredom, a squirrel darted out of the coat closet and ran right across Miss Whistler’s desk. The squirrel jumped off the teacher’s desk, looked left, then right, then took off down the aisle. In a flash, the squirrel was out the door and down the hall, tearing through the school.

Moments later, a shriek was heard, then another, then books dropping as the squirrel made his way through the school.

Luckily the school’s janitor had experience trapping animals. He was not afraid of any squirrel.

He gathered up a large cloth and figured out where the squirrel was headed. Just as he had suspected, there was a squirrel nest in the attic of the school. He removed the squirrels from the school. Since it was the dead of winter, he found a spot for their nest in an old barn. The school was again a squirrel free zone, and for a few days at least, the kids had some excitement that winter.

cuentacuentos
2011-08-01