Head girl decides

She had no idea what was best, she didn’t want to suggest anything. ‘Head girl?’ she said nervously. The audience oohed and aahed - had she chosen well?

‘Maisy over to you,’ said the Headteacher, ‘remember this is Poppy’s first morning with us, she is very naughty and must be made an example of.’

She stood, arms pinned behind her back, and watched as Maisy, in the front row, whispered and consulted with her friends.

Maisy stood up. ‘She should take on three cocks at once, but has to decide which cock goes where before she has seen how big they are.”

“Fantastic choice Maisy,’ said the Headteacher gleefully. ‘And your three are?’

‘Dr Enema, the science teacher; Monsieur Grande the French teacher and Mr Footlong the Maths teacher.’ Three teachers she had never spoken to stood up, she assumed the one in the lab coat was Dr Enema, the tall black one must be the Maths teacher which left the middle aged one as the French tutor.

‘Which cock where Poppy?’