We Don't Do That Here!

Paper airplanes whizzing by.

The chatter of little voices.

==========>>>>      Running around, waving arms.

Stomping about.

                        Silence.

A loud “THUD” could be heard down the hallway.  Then the sound of hard-soled shoes clomping on the tile floor.

The footsteps were getting louder.

That could only mean that the feet to which they were attached were also getting closer.

Closer.

                CLOSER.

                                    C L O S E R.

You could hear a pin drop.

“Hey!  We don’t do that here!”

              

     

Footnote: I did not attend Catholic school, so I don't have first-hand knowledge of what the Sisters/Nuns were/are like, however, in talking to others that did survive that experience I'm told it's every bit as fun and joyous as it sounds!.  tomb