Nailed above the entrance was this pitch black plaque with neat gold lettering that read: REVEREND MUFFET SCHOOL. I knew, from Mother’s intimations over the previous days, exactly what it was they so dearly cherished by those folded papers. She’d assured me long before she would give the universe itself to enroll me at the famous St. Mary’s. “Alright, leave any bother with me,” Reverend eased Mother’s miseries after taking the Brown Book and flipping couples of leaves. “Nine clouds, this boy’s eyes!” Reverend exclaimed.

Source: Daily Observer March 29, 2018 02:15 UTC