She who has seen nothing but the insides of junglegyms, and known nothing but the sorrow of empty juiceboxes, she who has never been line-leader, she who cannot find her cubbie-hole. She did not return from the recesses of recess, and now wanders.
Googly-eyed Bob laughed diabolically as he sinisterly rubbed his hands together. He saw through the 1’s and 0’s of the Technolitron. He saw the scared kindergartener, bereft of her kindergarten class. Many were his laughs. “01100101 01110110 01101001 01101100” said the black and green screen. Once it had spoken the binary curse of evil, a great shroud enveloped the whole room.
Then, the Roboterrorist appeared. Then, the robot drank of the evil oily nectar from which it sustained itself. Then, it lifted its great bag o’bombs. Then it was gone.
The tribe of Class was most disquieted, for there was one less among them. “We shall go out and search,” declared Teacher. The tribe obeyed dutifully. One member of the tribe, known far and wide as Timmy the haberdasher, saw a symbol in the grass.