"Teacher?"
"Yes Susan?"
"How do mice make wooden doors?"
The teachers spun around to face his off task student.
"What wooden door? Mice absolutely do not make wooden doors for their homes. If you are daydreaming again, you might as well go stand in the corner." But as he turned back around to continue the lesson on the aerodynamics of a bird’s wings, his eyes caught sight of a...a...tiny wooden door in the wall. Uhh...he stuttered at his class...Suddenly he remembered something the Grand Master had told him!
"Class is dismissed! Everyone out!" He herded them out and…
The story starter ends here. Come on now, and get your creativity on and please post continuations in the comments below! We can finish this story together!
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