“A particularly fine bonfire the girls have made for Guy Fawkes’ night this year, Headmaster.” The two gentlemen peer from the window onto the merriment below in the school’s courtyard. “Indeed, Deputy Headmaster. I do wonder what they’ve done to make it burn with quite such unusual intensity.”
Suddenly, the Headmaster utters a disbelieving cry, pointing into the crowd of revellers: “Those girls are drinking vodka from the bottle!” He rushes to his cupboard: “I must go down and sort this out. I’ll cane the lot of them.”
But, dear readers, he finds the armoury quite bare, its usual fearsome collection of canes gone missing. The Headmaster turns back to his Deputy. And their eyes turn simultaneously back out of the window, to the blazing bonfire below…
No, Haron, don’t get any ideas…
ROFL What a hoot! Sounds like the Headmaster needs a special delivery from the nearest school…or did all the girls of all the schools within 50 miles have the same plan? It may not have been such a wise plan though if the girls were located in the country. I bet there is a local member of the gentry willing to lend a riding crop or two!!
No Haron! Don’t burn the canes! Not the colourful ones anyway! Think of all the trouble Abel went through to get them! Plus, I suppose you’d have to burn all of your other implements as well in fear of retribution. And all the kitchen utensils and everything. And maybe do something with Abel’s hands. I mean, that sounds like a whole lot of trouble to go to just to get rid of the canes.
OMG there’s been a mutiny!!
Clearly the headmaster needs a trip to Singapore…
A short lived mutiny Hermione I am afraid….can’t imagine a story ending with the Headmaster being outdone. I am sorry to say that by the time this is all over those girls will wince every time they look at a fireplace…
I can’t imagine a Headmaster being outdone whatever form the mutiny takes
(Sounds like a writing challenge to me, actually!)