L's 1st grade classroom has been the home of an amphibious mascot this year, but around Christmas Mrs. Shepard decided that the newt was a little more fragrant than she liked in a classroom already replete with the assorted aromas of 20-odd seven-year-olds. So the newt got the boot, but rather than being cast aside and quickly forgotten like a primary election drop-out, Mrs. Shepard offered him to Stacy, and Stacy, never one to turn down a great deal on an aquatic semi-reptile, jumped at the suggestion.We now have our little black friend crouching on his slippery rocks amid his frothing water aerator, showing all the signs of happiness and utter contentment that a newt can muster. The kids have obviously bonded with such a loving and affection animal. He's already filled that little black newt-shaped hole in our souls we never knew we had. Our hearts are strangely warm, despite the fact that his will never be.
Need I mention we've named him Mitt?
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I think this post won the contest: "How many clever puns can Steve fit into a single blog post?" Very impressive. Maybe Mitt Newt can share the award (amphibious nomination)?
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