It was an early Monday morning, 9:00 am to be precise. The teacher was there at the gate ready to greet everyone. Parents and students all in the classroom, ready for a final brief before heading off.
Little Johnny was getting rather excited about this field trip. Up and down, and up and down. He just wouldn't settle.
"When are we going? I wanna see the farmers python" he kept shouting. Johnny's mum pulled him to one side and he released all of his energy in a moment.
"Ready everyone?"
"Yes Miss Tress" they all said in perfect harmony, with the acception of a slight echo here and there.
All the children lined up at the door in alphabetical order as they'd practice throughout all the assemblies and fire drills they'd done.
"The coach is here!" The high pitched receptionist screached.
They all marched down the stairs with their parents lined up ready to wave goodbye as the coach left.
The coach doors were still open.
"Miss Tress, do you have everyone and everything?" The receptionist screeching yet again.
"Yes, I even have my Talula."
Okay, thy were ready to set off to the farm, it was now 9:45 am. The farm was a hour away and already half the class needed the toilet. Mr Hardy and Miss Tress both asked the driver to pull over when he could so that some of the class could go toilet. The problem was they were on country lanes and no where to pull over without the driver penetrating something. It was only until they were just outside of the farm that the driver could pull over. So instead of stopping they all had to hold it in until they were on the farm.
Quickly they all scurried off the bus, quickly asking "where are the toilets?" As if it were a well rehearsed line for a school play. The farmer quickly responded,
"see that open mouth over there, go in there".
"Sounds like a golden shower" Miss Tress sniggered quietly to Mr Hardy, out of ear shot from the children of course.
Mr Hardy was outraged by her comment and scurried the children along to the visitors centre, leaving Miss Tress alone at the coach with the driver.
"We'll see you at half past two this afternoon" Miss Tress said to the coach driver whilst slipping a little hand written message in his shirts left breast pocket. Before she had time to catch up with the others Miss Tress and the coach driver were already getting down to business.
