Come And Learn, Young Children! AKA The School

[lass of something much]

*does know that but cannot say as such thanks to being unconscious*

[shisteer of nothing much]

*is trying to memorise poem and learn about herbal remedies at the same time*

[Verdauga]

Oh, goodness! Choose one, child! One is enough.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Okay then. *sets herbal remedies to the side and studies poem*

[Verdauga]

*Hands Lass a printout of the poem "If".*

Here. why don't you work on this, child?

[shisteer of nothing much]

Oooh, I like If. Can I learn that one too?

[Verdauga]

Ermm......... Uh...... huh........hmm.... YES!! I'll make another printout and you and Lass can practice together!

[shisteer of nothing much]

Yay! *hugs Verdauga*

[lass of something much]

*would say Aw but is unconscious*

[shisteer of nothing much]

Twenty-four verses of poetry in fifteen days. I've got some work to do.

[lass of something much]

*would faint but already did*

[shisteer of nothing much]

Actually, nevermind. It's only twenty-two verses so it should be easy.

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

*is doodling unrecognisable drawings of Ring Wraiths*

[lass of something much]

*would beg for Ebby to post them but has fainted*

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

Ah uzed zmellin' pepperz on boz ye und Kade zeveral poztz agae, Lass. Ye're nae unconciouz anymore.

Ah'm nae zure vhich topic Ah taped Napoleon tae ze ceiling in, but it daeznae matter...Ah'll zrov 'im in ze cupboard viz Hitler... *Takez Napoleon doon* 'ere ye gae, Napoleon... In ze cupboard. Cupboard. Napoleon. Zere ye gae! *Openz ze cupboard, und zrovz Napoleon in ontae Hitler*

Na' on tae ztudyin' Wraithology!