I wonder what Mia's been up to?
"dear diary,
i think i'm in a fix. headmaster will have me fried if i don't teach god, and what do i know. ok, i've heard some things. maybe that's enough. i could make the rest up. i guess the children won't notice. they aren't really ... bright. and those who complain about children getting hurt in school, they aren't much of a problem, because the children won't be able to tell them. this will be deep stuff. too deep for most.
'good morning, children', i will say. 'today we'll talk about god. do you know what god is?'
'yes miss', they will shout, 'it's watching over us all the time and helping us in our lives'
'oh. well. right. and you know what?'
'no miss, what miss?'
'this morning the voice of god spoke to me'
'oooh miss'
'and it said:'
I HAVE COME TO U
BECAUSE THERE HAS BEEN MUCH FUN AND GAMES LATELY
DANCING AND ALL THAT
LAUGHS AND GIGGLES
APPLES BROUGHT TO SCHOOL
AS WELL AS VOMBATS
I CAN'T REMEMBER TELLING US TO DO THAT
U MUST REMEMBER I'M YOUR SHEPHERD
AND U ARE MY SHEEP'
'yeeeah, sheep!' they will shout.
'NOW U MUST BE QUIET FOR THE REST OF THE DAY
AND TOMORROW MISS MIA WILL TELL U THE REST OF MY WORDS
ONE SINGLE SOUND
A SINGLE COMPLAINT ABOUT THE LUNCH
EVEN IF U DON'T LIKE THE MUTTON AND EGGS
A SINGLE WORD
A SINGLE LAUGH
AND U WILL FRY
U KNOW WHAT I MEAN'
i kind of like this. it's a good plan.
mia"
