Everywhere that Rene looked, all she could see were balls. Basketballs, volleyballs, soccer balls. Even those little plastic balls with the holes in them for “scoop and ball” games. She had no idea who was behind this. She really wanted to know. How could someone have broken into the supply closet, arranged all these balls to cascade down on her, and then leave? In less than 20 minutes?! When she had left the gymnasium to take her last group of students back to their class, everything was neatly put away in it’s place and secured. Recess was over and now she was ready for her next lesson. She opened the supply closet and was assaulted by an avalanche of every type of ball the school owned.
Who would do such a thing?!
All Rene could do was stand there, helpless, as 25 five-year-olds ran wild thinking this was their gym time for the day. At least she would have lots of extra hands to help her clean this mess up!
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