Mr Sniff

Greetings one and all,

Well, that time of year is looming again – exams – ugh!

Now, you have to understand, froglettes, that in my life exams are not a regular occurrence so I was a bit of a bag of nerves on Monday when I had to do an exam on ‘Fishing”. What this means, froglettes, is should the river just flow naturally with fish or should only certain kinds of fish be put in the river. Well, naturally, I am all for all kinds of fish swimming together in the river as it makes the choice for what to eat for supper so much more interesting.

Six frogs including moi sat in a row. To begin with, all was well but as the exam went on, I became aware that the frog next to me seemingly had this annoying habit of sniffing. Not all the time but every so often – sniff – and then – sniff – and then – sniff. Soon, this sound was starting to annoy me so I gave Mr Sniff some of my angriest looks but he just kept his head down.

Still, the –sniff – sniff – sniffing – continued so when the examiner wasn’t looking, I wrote Mr Sniff a note saying “Please no sniffing”, scrunched it up in a small ball of paper and threw over to him. It hit him on the side of his head and he looked at me in a kind of menacing fashion. I thought that he was going to call the examiner over but no, he pulled a face at me – a very nasty face – and then he got on with the exam.

A brainwave hit me. Every time Mr Sniff sniffed, I would throw him a bit of scrap paper with my ruler when the examiner was not looking. Mr Sniff wasn’t happy with this nor did he stop sniffing so I carried on.

Then I noticed another habit – he was full of them. He kept putting his hands in his pockets. I watched him and glimpsed something white, surely, not some paper! That’s cheating. Sure enough, he fingered his pocket again and quickly glanced at some paperwork. Sniff, sniff, sniff only I didn’t do anything this time to his surprise. I didn’t have to. The examiner came up behind him and whispered to him to empty his pockets. He did so onto his desk and there was the naughty piece of paper. He’d been cheating. He had to leave the exam room there and then.

Never in my life was a problem so easily solved and I finished my exam too.

Until next time –

E

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