connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow No matter how much Clifford quite liked Miss Shackleton walking up and down past his seat.. he kinda wished she wouldn't. Everytime she walked past, he shuffled nervously on his seat of daises - flattened daises no doubt. Bleh.
And then Professor Vindictus and Miss Shackleton - well, there was no other word for it really ... they started going psycho.
If he'd had the guts, and if he wasn't nothing but an ickle boy compared to Professor Vindictus, Clifford would've told the bloke to stop being so mean. Hmpf. But as it were.. yeah, he wasn't quite that brave and looked down at his textbook. "Your Personal Day Numbers are eight and nine, Miss Shackleton!" He exclaimed, looking up and beaming. "The same as miiiiiiiiine." EEP!
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