In Class Work Week 12

Plaid

Boot

Linoleum

Mouse

Fan 

Teacher

        My cat sat in the corner of the room watching me make a fool of myself. The mouse ran back and forth across the linoleum floor. I was shaking in my boots. I hated mice. I held the broom in my hand, intent on getting it out the back door. A small fan had already been knocked over in the chaos. The mouse ran toward me causing me to back up into the kitchen table. My grandmother's vase crashed on the floor spilling water on the plaid tablecloth in the process. All of a sudden, my cat pounced and caught the mouse under his paws. He walked over and looked up at me, the limp rodent in his mouth. The student had become the teacher.