It was nearly the close of a beautiful day. It has been said that time flies when you're having fun, but what about the time when you are waiting to have fun? No one really mentions it, Except for a movie once about the life of C.S. Lewis where they explained the phenomenon. It is all one and the same. The waiting is part of the fun, and in this case the slower part. It seemed that every pair of eyes watched the timepiece on the wall closely, one more minute passed!
Out of the silence, Honey asked a question. "What do you prefer to be called, Miss H.?" She asked after politely raising her hand and waiting to be called upon. Her teacher thought for a moment then looking at the clock announced, "It as good a time as any for this tale. Storytime!" And as she finished the sentance children surrounded her ready to listen, so, she began, "When I was a young girl, attending classes very much like this one. We sat in alphabetical order. Often, I was assigned as a partener to a Frank *H*ippie. As I grew up, my appreciation for this fellow deepened, until one day last semester, we got married, and I became Mrs. Hippie. It is difficult as a school teacher to change your name and because the two names Miss Hissippie and Mrs. Hippie sounded so similar, I decided for your sakes not to change it, yet. However, now that you mention it, I would rather prefer being called Mrs. Hippie if you all do not mind."
Just as she finished her tale, with several interesting interjections, the bell rang and the doors almost instantly flew open letting the intoxicating scent of springtime into the building. In an orderly manner the children dismissed themselves and ran toward the beconing sunshine!
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