A Jackdaw riding a bicycle and singing about fish while balancing a frog on its head

What a lovely day it has been today, we need more days like this, blues skies and not a cloud to be seen anywhere, which proved slightly difficult in the art class at school. Because we were all outside creating conceptual art by describing what interesting things we could see in the clouds. Luckily the art teacher was able to borrow the science departments cloud machine for the day, I think I must have been having an off day because all I saw were the usual things that most people see when they look at clouds. There was the huge three headed caterpillar with tusks eating ginger cake in an igloo but I think everyone has seen one of those; then there was a Jackdaw riding a bicycle and singing about fish while balancing a frog on its head, and a man being chased by a cardboard box with five legs. I put all this down to the fact they were fake clouds, as real clouds are far more interesting.

Still I did better than Freddie and his ferret, they saw 300 ferrets juggling with marsh mallows then two ferrets riding on a horse backwards and several ferrets playing hamlet in a greengrocers shop during a sale. At one point everyone said they saw a goat doing pirouettes and hanging onto a load of abseiling equipment, but that was because it was the goat (the school mascot) who Esmeralda had decided to send to the out of town supermarket via the steam powered catapult. They have put bars on the skylight now so the goat can’t get in that way, so Esmeralda has given it a crash course on abseiling in through the air conditioning system, as it turned out crash course was rather apt as it appears that air conditioning and goats go not mix well, luckily however the goat is fine and arrived back with a stash of frozen peas, some stainless steel ducting and some parts from what looks like a heat exchanger and a fan.

The art teacher asked Esmeralda what she saw in the clouds and she said a seagull with a set of car keys, she even pointed to it as the science teacher ran past throwing rocks at it and shouting give me back my keys you ************* I don’t think that is what the art teacher had in mind…….

Ooooo yes I have also found the pipe in the big muddy damp cold and smelly hole that things are meant to soak away through but don’t. So all I need to do now according to dad is unblock it  . . . . . . . .AH DAMN          

        

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