The juveniles were so excited when they went back to "school." The older female juvenile was miserable soon thereafter because of "school," although I actually get the vibe that she likes it. The juvenile male complains in he waking up moments that he hates "school" and does not want to go. His mother persists cheerfully in preparing him, while saying "everyone has to go" then and shoving him out the door with admonishments to "have a good day at school." What sense does that make, that she sends him somewhere he hates? The youngest female has her own moments of hating school, but usually just after she comes home, while futzing with some papers and complaining of hunger.
What is this "school"? Fish school, I see that in our aquarium. Do people school? Why? Where? This is a mystery to me. They leave in the morning for "school" with large bags on their backs containing small boxes of turkey between white tasteless stuff. They come home in the afternoon and they smell of many different people and places. What is this "school?" Would I like it? I have heard that there is doggie school. Well, I am certain I could do it better than a dog, but of course I probably won't ever go there since there might be dogs. Not fond of them. Except from afar.
Here I am preparing the youngest female's school bag. Do you think she will sniff it tomorrow and know that I was here?
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