My son came back from school the other day.
Apparently they had held an auction for the kids.
The lots were 30 ducklings.
So, imagine all these 10 year olds buying a little duck each.
Some escapedand were being chased around the classroom, some were being made to drive toy cars and others flight tested.
He said it was chaos.
I was lucky because he said he almost bought one too.
I remember when I was at school a truck used to come once a week to collect all the waste food from the canteen for a pig farm.
When it arrived word used to go around the playground ''Pigman, Pigman''.
All the kids would then collect rocks, clay and tin cans so that when he left the truck would get pelted by 30 odd crazy school kids.
It was normal.
Apparently they had held an auction for the kids.
The lots were 30 ducklings.
So, imagine all these 10 year olds buying a little duck each.
Some escapedand were being chased around the classroom, some were being made to drive toy cars and others flight tested.
He said it was chaos.
I was lucky because he said he almost bought one too.
I remember when I was at school a truck used to come once a week to collect all the waste food from the canteen for a pig farm.
When it arrived word used to go around the playground ''Pigman, Pigman''.
All the kids would then collect rocks, clay and tin cans so that when he left the truck would get pelted by 30 odd crazy school kids.
It was normal.