"Please, have a seat Mrs. Kinderfoot," said Mr.Cameron.
Alice knew her mum never liked being called in for school meetings.
"What incident was Alice involved in today?" asked Mrs.Kinderfoot.
Mr.Cameron folded his hands and took a deep breath.
"Not incident but incidents Mrs.Kinderfoot," replied Mr.Cameron.
"We all know Alice is a very special girl with a very active imagination."
"The school likes to encourage imagination amongst all our students but..."
Mr.Cameron glared at Alice.
"Sometimes Alice's imagination goes a bit too far."
"What happened today?" asked Mrs.Kinderfoot.
"I'll explain mum," interrupted Alice.
"I was sitting in Ms.Murphy's class when Miguel got hungry."
"Miguel?" asked Mr.Cameron.
"Yes, Miguel the griffin," replied Alice.
"Oh no..." sighed Mrs. Kinderfoot.
Alice then started explain what happend.
"Quiet," whispered Alice.
"You can't come out yet."
"I don't care if you're hungry...eat some paper then!"
"Miss Kinderfoot!" shouted Ms.Murphy.
Alice looked up to see Ms.Murphy looking quite annoyed.
"Is there any reason why you are talking to your school bag?"
Alice could see Ms.Murhpy's nostrils flaring...this was bad.
"Well...It was lonely Miss," replied Alice.
The class burst into laughter.
"I see," replied Ms.Murphy with the tightest of grins.
Ms.Murphy slowly walked around to the front of her desk.
"Miss Kinderfoot, since you're holding court, you can be the first to bring up your home work."
"Yes Miss," replied Alice.
She started to rifle through her school bag, the most disorganised bag in the world according to Alice's best friend Eric.
Alice began to pull out bits of paper, lint, candy wrappers and something that either looked like dried fruit or a mummified insect.
"Just a minute Miss," Alice said with a smile.
"Ah ha, here it is!"
Alice held up a piece of soggy chewed up paper.
"What on earth is that?" asked a clearly unimpressed Ms.Murphy.
"My home work Miss," said Alice, with pride.
Ms.Murphy pursed her lips and crossed her arms.
"Up front now Ms.Kinderfoot!" cried Ms.Murphy.
Alice could hear muffled laughter as she slowly made her way to the front.
"Is this some sort of joke?"
"No Miss," replied Alice.
"Then explain... this,"said Ms. Murphy holding the soggy paper by two fingers.
"It was eaten Miss," Alice said.
"Oh really?" said Ms. Murphy
"Let me guess...by a dog?"
"Oh no Miss, that would be ridiculous!" cried Alice.
"It was Miguel the griffin."
Ms. Murphy's eyes became wide like saucers.
"Griffin?" replied Ms. Murphy. "Like the mythical creature?"
"Oh yes Miss, although they're very real," said Alice.
"They like eating anything...kind of like a goat!"
"You expect me to believe a griffin named Miguel ate your homework last night?" asked Ms.Murphy.
"No Miss...not last night," said Alice shaking her head.
"Just right now in my school bag."
Laughter broke out around the class.
"It's commonly known that griffins love eating paper above anything else."
"I mean, only a complete idiot wouldn't know that! Isn't that right Miss?"
"Get out..." whispered Ms.Murphy, who was slightly trembling.
"What was that Miss?" asked Alice.
"So that's what happened mum," said Alice
"Just a complete misunderstanding."
"Then explain why Damien Waddle ended up in a tree at break?" asked Mr.Cameron.
"What?" said Mrs.Kinderfoot.
"That was Abner," sighed Alice.
"Another griffin?" asked Mr.Cameron.
"Oh no, he's a Bigfoot but I think they prefer to be called sasquatch," replied Alice.
"Of course they do," said Mr.Cameron, rolling his eyes.
"Yes Alice, next time tell a teacher if he bothers you," said Mr.Cameron, clearly annoyed.
"But for heavens sake, don't chase children into trees!"
Mr.Cameron then turned to Mrs.Kinderfoot
"Blaming imaginary creatures on bad behaviour is not acceptable."
"But they're real Sir!" cried Alice.
"I found them in an old tea box in a antique shop a few weeks ago."
"Isn't that right mum?"
"Oh Alice," sighed Mrs.Kinderfoot.
"Thank you Alice," said Mr.Cameron
"Could you kindly wait outside while I talk to your mum?"
Alice walked out of the office and sat on a bench.
"Well, looks like you got me in real trouble this time."
"There is to be no more Miguel or Abner in school!" cried Mrs.Kinderfoot.
"You're very lucky you haven't been kicked out!"
"But is Gretchen ok to come to school?"
"No Alice!" cried Mrs.Kinderfoot.
"Especially not Gretchen the unicorn!"
"Oops..." said Alice.
"Oh Alice," gasped Mrs.Kinderfoot.
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