The Missing Wig

Miss Flemming's wig had gone missing.

All the students sat at their desks with guilty looks on their faces. When questioned however, no one said a word. The teacher turned and walked over to the door. She propped it open and stepped into the hallway to take a deep breath. As she left, the kids in the class looked at one another sensing the situation was more foreboding than they realized.
 Slowly the note passed from the back of the classroom one desk at a time. It reached the front row. Stacy took the note that had her name scrawled on the front and carefully unfolded it. "Where's the wig?" it said. "We entrusted it to your care and now it's gone? What have you done?"
Confusion filled Stacy. Not only did she have no idea what the note was talking about, but she couldn't believe someone would accuse her of hiding Miss Flemming's wig. Pretending that she wasn't flustered by the accusation, Stacy carefully folded the note again and tucked it the back pocket of her jeans. Determined to not let this be pinned on her, she made the resolution to shred the note as soon as possible.
The teacher stepped back into the room looking more composed than when she left.
"I know that you all do not understand the gravity of this situation. You think this is just some middle school prank." she said. "However; Miss Flemming has been a part of this school for longer than your parents have been alive! She is to be respected, and stealing her wig does not show the proper respect."
A few of the boys snickered under their breath which made the teacher grow even angrier.
"I see that a few of you need to understand the meaning of the word, respect and thus I am assigning a five page essay on 'Respect; it's definition and modern examples' to be turned in by the end of this week."
There was a collective groan among the students.
"The essay will be excused if Miss Flemming's wig is returned by the end of the school day."
And with that the school bell rang out marking the end of the period. The sounds of student's chairs scraping the floor, backpacks shuffling and middle school kids filing into the hallway filled the room.
The teacher, Mrs. Jones, walked slowly over to the corner of the room where poor Miss Flemming stood resolutely in the corner, shamefully bald.
To save her the shame of the judgmental eyes of the next set of students that would be arriving soon, Mrs. Jones carefully rolled her life sized skeleton; Miss Flemming, into the closet and closed the door.

With Love,
Mother

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