Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for January 13, 2008

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Alice: Our class guinea pig is so cute! What's your name, guinea pig? Mr. Danders: Dander. Mr. Danders, though it might well be Dr. Danders. If ever anyone earned an honorary doctorate, it would be me. For I've spent my life here, in the groves of academe, breathing the tangy scent of Play-Doh, the humid reek of the coat cubbies. Attending to the soft scratch of crayon on paper, the lulling drone of story time. With the knowledge I've gleaned, I could've excelled in many fields. But no! My duties lie here! Generations of Blisshaven Preschool students have looked to me, faithful Danders, for a hearty "GWEEP" of encouragement when learning palls and their weary heads nod! GWEEP! Alice: That GWEEPing noise was you? I thought it was Miss Bliss' stomach. Mr. Danders: Alas! Do all my efforts go unrecognized?