
Dear Mulberry,
You had a plan. You were going to use the trap to keep the grownups from leaving school, and you were going to keep me trapped at the gate without any sticks. Only, you did let the grownups leave. Your grownup had already left.
I was trapped though. You told me, “5 minutes.” I groaned. I moaned. “5 minutes is forever.” While I waited I planted sticks in the dirt. Then, you took the sticks. You had a whole bouquet of sticks. I felt frustrated. Aaargh.
Someone tried to rescue me from the trap. Someone brought me sticks. You didn’t want me to be rescued. You shared your sticks with me. You made me cupcakes with sprinkles. Then you gave me a laser to save us from the pumpkin thrower.
Love,
Teacher Michelle









