mrs puff rolls into the room "okay class, today in the boating school for fieshes i will teach you didldos" mrss puffs eyes roll in their scockets, the strain of doing so leaving a plethora of sweeaty pearls across her forhead, like mountain dew but at noon and on her forehead. "its okay class, i know none of you can speeak to show me that you care." she sobs a little on the insides, as she is reminded of her dark past and why she is fated to be the only intelligent fish in the sea "damnit obama...damnit bush...damnit washington..." she cries and rolls in front of the chalk board. she would tell the class all about how the presidents wwronged her, but she did that yesterday. today was more of a self reflection day anyways. she tries to grab a piece of chalk to write on the chalk board. as he nubby fins wrap around it, it dissolves. mrs puff openly weeps.