 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
So far Tino had been surveying the class proceedings with a kind of amused detachment. He happened to be digesting a very satisfying lunch, which meant his brainy was taking a detour through the land of pleasant drowsiness. It also meant he'd avoided having to re-enter the classroom, because he wasn't talking to anyone at the moment, as that required using his brainy. It was zero-to-sixty with Tino. There was a lime pixie stick in his pocket that would make him run up the walls and dance the hokey-pokey at a moment's notice.
But that was for emergencies like pop quizzes.
Oh look! It was sharing-time. Bummer that he'd forgotten his charmed pet lint ball, that would have made a smashing show-and-tell. "My name is Constantino Kolytiris," Tino bowed eloquently. "I enjoy fireside chats and performing acts of heroism. My life's ambition is to create a perfect ketchup that compliments gouda cheese in fresh or melted form." Unusual, he knew, compared to the other students' ambitions. But his would take longer. Maybe even a LIFETIME to perfect.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |