On Friday Ferretfingers is supposed
to have a fitness and exercise session in the college's Dance Studio.
However to Ferret
dance=music=intolerable,
and he didn't believe them when they said there was no
music.
So last week I was rung late
morning because "Ferretfingers's been to the toilet three times and has a
poorly tummy".
I was dubious but went and fetched
him.
Yesterday I got a call from his
tutor
"Ferretfingers tells me he's going to have a poorly tummy tomorrow
and will be going home early."
Cunning - but not that cunning.
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