There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep. Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded. Robert Brault
Whats driving a bus like? Seventy of your kids in the back seat going to town. Mr. Brandon
If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded. Robert Brault
Whats driving a bus like? Seventy of your kids in the back seat going to town. Mr. Brandon
Friday, December 4, 2015
“Disco on the Bus”
After a few minutes on the bus your friend
and mine, Mr. Mucus, pulled his head into his jacket and zipped it up so his
head was inside. In a few moments he
started yelling, “Go, go, run.” The
other students around him asked what he was doing. He informed them that he was watching a ball
game on his big screen TV. He continued
to yell for his team until the game was over.
At this point there was a pause and then he said, “All right,” and start
moving around in the seat in a circular motion.
He must have been aware of the questioning eyes that were now looking at
him and he replied from inside, “I’ve turned on the disco ball in the dance
room.” He gyrated around a number of
times the movements getting larger and larger until he hit his head a good lick
on the seat in front of him. He fell
back in the seat, knowing that we were concerned a voice from inside called
out, “I’m not dead.” Then it was
followed by, “I think I’ll go back to watching television.”
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