Originally published on SoundsXP, 4th May, 2005
Scene 13 – The Rector’s Office, St Xenolith the Pure, Boarding School of Music
THE RECTOR IS SEATED IN A LEATHER CHAIR BEHIND A GIANT MAHOGANY DESK.
ENTER THE DEPUTY, A TROUBLED LOOK UPON HIS FACE.
THE RECTOR PEERS OVER HIS SPECTACLES AT HIM, AS THE DEPUTY ADVANCES SHEEPISHLY TOWARDS THE RECTOR’S DESK.
DEPUTY: Rector, please forgive my intrusion.
RECTOR : Your expression and general demeanour don’t inspire me with confidence. I take it that I am not expected to be delighted by your forthcoming revelation?
DEPUTY: Well, Sir, regretfully, I have some… erm… grave news, Sir…
RECTOR: Out with it, Deputy!
DEPUTY: Unfortunately, I have it on good authority from the head boy; I’m afraid, Sir, that, in spite of all our best efforts, there have been subversive sounds heard in the night.
RECTOR: Subversive sounds? What sort of subversive sounds?
DEPUTY: They were described to me as, if you please, Sir.. (gulps) the faint whingeings of Fishjumpery… Continue reading
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