HOW ROY GILROY GOT INTO THE LOST AND FOUND BIN

I heard a cry or a snore, or maybe both. I opened my eyes: a tiny sock slipped off my head. When I looked for my tail it was resting on a bunch of rosy toes. I slowly removed my ticklish tail from the cot and stretched out.

A girl screamed in her sleep. A very young teacher came over and patted her:
”It’s O.K. Sandra. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep.”

“I want my Moooommy. I miss Mommy.”

Other children awoke.

Miss Lucy and Miss Amy came back from their lunch break.

“Miss Amy, can I go potty?” asked Linda.

“Sure, Linda.”

“I need a drink of water,” said a three year-old boy.

“O.K., Eddie. Why don’t you go and get a drink of water.”

“Miss Lucy, can I get up?”

“Can’t you sleep more, Alex?”

“I did. Today I went to sleep all by myself.”

“Very good. You may get up and put on your socks and your shoes.”

“Do you need help with your shoe laces?”

“No, thank you. I can do it myself. Watch me.”

“Good job, Alex. You are a big boy now.”