While the science examination is being held, the dreadful stern Professor Eggbert is marching through the entire room; as if the participants are hiding elusive smoke bombs, that will explode any minute which would cloud the whole classroom and giving the addle heads adequate time to snatch each other’s term paper. The tension and trepidation suffocated the atmosphere, choking the students (victims) while Mr. Eggbert (“EARTH DEVIL” as he was baptized by the students) took pleasure in his job.
A silent cold war raged between the “RED SIREN TEACHERS” and “THE BLUE SERENE STUDENTS”; no one was ready to accept defeat to the other. In the middle of this World War III, Reggie, the crocodile was completing his left-over sleep, dreaming about his girlfriend, Maggie sunbathing at the Hawaii seashore.
It did not take much time for the Professor’s scrutinizing eyes to fall at the drooling crocodile (sleeping back). Rage boiled through his body and smoke bellowed out of his ears as Mr. Eggbert’s tomato red figure approached the innocent prey. With a very controlled voice, he said, “Is this your bedroom, Mr. Green?” The spit of his, rather than his voice disturbed Reggie’s slumber. Oblivious to the standing Professor, the sleepy head mumbled still in Hawaii, “Don’t splash that salty water on my face, Mag!”
A soft giggle loomed the Professor’s ear making his temper brew like a hot cup of coffee as he fixed his vicious gaze on Reggie. With a loud thump, Eggbert succeeded to upset the crocodile’s pencil box but not the unfathomable brute.
He roared “You get up right now or else I will drown you in the Pacific!” Finally, the Earth Devil’s valuable sputter stirred Reggie from his forty winks. He rose, rubbing his eyes and to his extreme misfortune thought Mr. Eggbert to be his friend Georgina, said in exasperation, “I….. Stupid Eggbert….ruined it. That dude needs to go ….the moon….. To have a body….like Tom Cruise. Even in my dream he was covering everything with his rustic…decaying teeth and it’s yucky perfume” Stretching and yawning he retorted, “You know Gina you were right he is a balloon with wriggling legs and his writing is like 19th century poetry in motion! Lord Save us from this Monster”! As Reggie focused, his senses struck him like a thunderbolt when he saw the emergent raging DEVIL with horns standing in front of him.
For a split second Reggie forgot to breathe. Sweat trickled down his forehead as Reggie wished for a rewind button. He looked to see flabbergasted faces, some trying very hard to control their laughter while his poor friend Georgina was whitewashed with fear. Suddenly out of nowhere, Jack the elephant, added “You forgot about his farting issues.”
That was the last splint needed to ignite him as Eggbert erupted like a volcano; his face was scarlet with fury at seeing the audacity of Reggie Green. He mouthed one word “WHAT?” That very syllable geared the crocodile as he rushed out of the room at the speed of light! The students could no longer control their outburst and they cheered “JOB WELL DONE!” to this daring conqueror.