Enrollment
Arel was livid. He stood up in all his four-and-a-half-foot glory, towering like Halloween's Divine Retribution over the four cleaning gnomes.
"This" he snarled, shaking the paper in his hand a little too enthusiastically, "Is a CLEANING TICKET. What the heck is it doing in my acceptance file?"
The cleaning gnomes only proceeded to back away more from the four-and-a-half-foot monstrosity. The gnome on the far right looked like it was about to burst into tears. "Well, sir... we saw this kid and you know this is a school and all... and we can't give out school application forms...-"
"- You know what on second thought I really don't care." Arel slumped back onto his chair, staring blankly up at the ceiling. "Just go back and do your cleaning whatever stuff please."
The gnomes didn't need to be told twice. It was a good thing the first of the four gnomes was both mute and naive, otherwise the ice demon-slash-secretary might have been informed of the second cleaning form they had slipped into the acceptance folder.
"This" he snarled, shaking the paper in his hand a little too enthusiastically, "Is a CLEANING TICKET. What the heck is it doing in my acceptance file?"
The cleaning gnomes only proceeded to back away more from the four-and-a-half-foot monstrosity. The gnome on the far right looked like it was about to burst into tears. "Well, sir... we saw this kid and you know this is a school and all... and we can't give out school application forms...-"
"- You know what on second thought I really don't care." Arel slumped back onto his chair, staring blankly up at the ceiling. "Just go back and do your cleaning whatever stuff please."
The gnomes didn't need to be told twice. It was a good thing the first of the four gnomes was both mute and naive, otherwise the ice demon-slash-secretary might have been informed of the second cleaning form they had slipped into the acceptance folder.
