Once upon a Nursery Rhyme

Mary Had a Little Lamb

Mary Had a Little Lamb
It's fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
That lamb was sure to go
It followed her to school one day
It was against the rules
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school

I was so excited, Georgie Porgie had asked me, ME to help him as judge in the pet show, over all the other girls in Dreamland,  I couldn't wait, I made sure I had on my best dress and make up, poor Connie, as soon as pre school was over I rushed her home, 'don't let me down now Connie '

"Connie " I told her, think Georgie Porgie,  we have a pet show to attend"

Bless her, she got me to the school on time, I think she was as excited as I was, only for different reasons.

The school was very busy  with young women, mums children and animals, I was feeling very smug, I looked around at all the young women and smiled, ' Georgie chose me over all of these.' The smugness was about to be dashed.

Georgie  ( swoon) met me at the door with a big smile

" oh good, you were able to make it, I can't thank you enough" (oh no trouble, sigh)

"Let me introduce you to your fellow judge" 'what! ' the smile froze on my face.

'' This is Jack, Jack Horner,   and Jack this is....." he turned to me with that disabling smile

" do you know I don't think I caught your name" there's that smile again

"Um, oh er it's Charlie, short for Charlotte actually,  sorry I'm a bit confused here, I thought you were the other judge" he gave me his stunning smile

"Oh no, Charlotte, can I call you Charlie? That would never do, being the teacher I have to remain partial, you do understand? " what could I do!

Jack Horner ~ single, balding and boring, his favourite subject was Jack Horner Esq.
His hobbies wee Jack Horner and trains, he had verbal diarrhoea, he went on  and on and on, mostly about himself, he loved the sound of his own voice, oh and complaining, how at parties ( who in their right mind would invite him, I baffled me) he was mostly ignored, (so why did he go?) I usually sit in the corner, he informed me, ( can't understand why ! ~ that's sarcasm by the way) , when he wasn't talking about himself or complaining he bored everyone to tears about trains , in short a real anorak.

"Shall we start?" I was starting to get a headache

" This is Tommy Stout,  I see you have brought your cat"

" actually Sir, it is not my cat"

" hmmmm most irregular - it appears to be rather soggy Tommy"

" sorry Sir, it's Johnny Flynn Sir, he put the cat down the well again, I rescued it"

I made a note on my clipboard next to his name, - not his cat but did rescue it.

"I'm allergic to cats" Jack made a big show of sniffing then blowing his nose

"Last time I was in a room with a cat....."

"Moving on" I said swiftly, his allergies were the last thing I wanted to hear about.

"Mrs Hugebert,  with a (sniff) dog" the poor dog looked terrified but gazed up at Mrs hugebert with adoration and trust, he looked underfed,  maybe another rescue I surmised.

Jack unsurprisingly didn't like dogs and the feeling was mutual,  the dog saw Jack and growled as he approached, he was friendly enough with me, wagging his tail and even licked my hand. He won my approval for his dislike of Jack,  I made a note on my clipboard.