School Days according to Humphrey [antikvár]

First day disas+erMrs. Brisbane opened the classroom door and soon, stu-dents started to come in.I realized right away that something was wrong. Terribly wrong.Mrs. Brisbane smiled as the students entered.aTake a seat," she said. "Any seat."I climbed up high in my cage to get a better look."Who are these kids, Og?" I asked my neighbor. Tve never seen any of them before!""BOING!" he answered, splashing noisily.More unfamiliar students came into the room. One of them was a girl who whizzed by in her wheelchair. Another was a boy who was really tall. He was as tall as our teachermaybe talier!"Just take a seat, children." How could Mrs. Brisbane sound so cheery, knowing these students didn't belong in Room 26?As the classroom hamster, I feit I had to squeak up."You're in the wrong room!" I squeaked. "This is not your room, go back!"The Worst First Day BeninsIlt was a quiet morning in Room 26, so quiet that all I could hear was the SCRATCH-SCRATCH-SCRATCH-ing of my pencil as I wrote in my little notebook."I'm writing a poem about the end of summer, Og," I squeaked to my neighbor, the classroom frog. (I am Humphrey, the classroom hamster.) TU read you what I have so far."Summer, oh, summer, I hate to say good-bye. Summer, oh, summer, Must you end and wky?Og splashed gently in his tank as I continued.I loved summer days At Camp Hayyy Hollow. And now that they're over,, . .I stopped because there was nothing more to read. "BOING?" Og twanged. Green frogs like him don't