It was almost the end of the school year and the sublime spring weather got our Scottish Terrier/Corgy boy (Snickers) in a restless state. Miss Beagle coaxed the students into their nap time, keeping an eye on Snickers because of his propensity to sneak out for a smoke.
At the first instance of his tobacco use Miss Beagle was shocked since this has never happened in the annals of the school, even in the middle school age dogs. Miss Beagle grilled Snickers for his tobacco source, but he's a stubborn lad, loathe to squeal so Miss Beagle made him sit in the 'shame' corner pending his cooperation. She was unaware of a bond between Snickers and the principal, Mr. Pit Bull whom the students had clandestinely dubbed "The Bull."
Miss Beagle did, by chance, uncover the alliance after sending Snickers to the principal's office for brawling during a game of "London Bridge is Falling Down." School had been recessed for the day so she went for 'the Bull's office to investigate the matter of Snickers' admonishment. No one happened to be in the office but the window was open and she detected cigarette smoke. She heard the two talking just outside so she sauntered toward the window.
"I was in a few scrapes myself when I was a young pup."
"How old were you?" Inquired Snickers.
"I was in the second grade, as I recall."
"By the way, how many times have you been sent to my office?"
"About a hundred, give 'er take."
"Anyway," continued The bull, "I knocked out a mutt who ate one of my colored crayons, the red one. I knocked the poor kid out cold! They carried him to the nurse's office and give 'm smellin' salts to bring him to."
"Anyway, nobody messed with me after that but I was required to stay after school in the principal's office every day for a month."
Miss Beagle knocked on the door and cleared her throat. The smokers quickly made their way back inside.
"Out for a little spring air?"
The Bull coughed before he spoke.
"I was just giving Snickers a lecture about fighting."
"Indeed."
She looked sidelong at The Bull, spectacles perched on the end of her snout.
The Bull shifted uneasily and excused himself, "I've got a lot of paperwork to do. Snickers won't make any more trouble, right, Snickers?"
"Yes, sir!"
