Minimal Word Monday – Wincing

Kamikaze rabbit. Sitting…waiting…

In command

This afternoon I met the class pet. I have come across quite a few in my time; degus (Chilean squirrels), mice, fish, even a leafy fern or two, but today the creature was quite unconfined and free to roam. It stared at us from under a low table and 30 pairs of eyes stared back… watching its every move.
Trying not to appear too fazed, I blithely offered that the first pair of children to finish their work would get to name the beast.
It worked. There was almost a stampede of feet as everyone finished in record time. The name was duly awarded; the newly dubbed addition to the class looked unimpressed.
When it was down to just us two adults left, we attempted a daring humanitarian mission – unfortunately it failed. Little Octavian (they are doing the Romans) was happier to be inside than we were to have it. Making a bid for freedom as the jug was descending (yes it was that big) it found a sudden spurt of speed and disappeared!
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