29.My Mom? The Teacher?
I woke the next morning to an alarm clock going off. I turned it off and noticed a note beside it. I quickly switched on the lamp and read the note-Get dress and be ready for class in a half-hour.
I quickly showered before putting on some clothes from the dresser. I slowly walked down the hall, gripping the handrail tightly; so the racing kids and adults like me wouldn't push me over.
I made my way to a chair and my mother entered. “Hello class,” she greeted as she seated herself at her desk.
“Hello Mrs. Otter,” replied the other students.
“Hi Mom,” I greeted as I waved and everyone stared at me.
“Oh, James. Come get your textbooks,” she ordered as she smiled that motherly smile. I slowly got up and walked up there. I turned around with my ears perked to all the whispering. I started back, but I didn't pay attention; so I tripped over a chair leg. I scrambled to gather my books and get back to my chair, while the whispers continued. I worked several hours in the class room until it was time for lunch; then all the animal-kids returned to their own rooms to find food. I relaxed on my bed, eating off the chicken leg I found. I got up, when I was done and rushed outside to the woods behind the hotel.
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Living Like A Lion-The Circus
FantasyPart 3-Living Like A Lion James still has to be changed back; but now that the zoo is closed, will that ever happen? Can his wife and friend, John, find the money to create the formula? Or will he be stuck at his new home at the circus?
