The Legendary Mr. Christopherson

It will be necessary to offer a bit of an explanation here. This issue of the memory book is rather different than previous ones.

It seems that one evening after an admittedly large meal of pizza, I drifted off into a troubled slumber. In my dream, I found myself facing the extraordinary Creative Expressions class, about to take roll. To my amazement, as I gazed out over the happy faces of my students, I noticed that some of them had changed into animals! Deciding not to embarrass any of them by criticizing their appearance, I went right ahead and started to call roll.

Whenever I came to one of the animals, he or she would jump up and shout out a little poem. I must have been very impressed by these poems since I was able to remember them after waking up in a cold sweat. Quickly gulping down an Alka-Seltzer, I wrote them all down, knowing they would come in handy some day.

Their day has come!