The Impossibly Perplexing Mr. Pickle

“Oh very good word.” Mr. Pickles nodded. “Yes, preposterous. I couldn’t agree more.” The kids looked at him puzzled as did the teachers. “Sooooo, we are in agreement then that the stories are quite preposterous and plumb perplexing at best?” “Uh…” The teachers looked at each other I confusion. “You … agree with us?” “Oh quite. After all, you are all teachers of some notoriety, and it would be quite disrespectful to disregard your principals.” They all looked at him shocked that he seemed to be on their side and yet, they still weren’t sure. “So, shall we agree to let this matter drop? I’m quite sure that the children will not be spreading any more stories this year.” “Uh... well, given that they agree to not tell any more of these … uh stories, I suppose that we could...” “Could we get that in writing?” Mr. Pickles suggested. Principal Votroubek glanced at the teachers and they were confused as to why he wanted this in writing as she was so they shrugged. She nodded and picked up a pen. She frowned as she started to write. She put the pen down and got another. She looked up in confusion. “Uh…” “Is there a problem?” Mr. Pickles looked at her with a concerned frown. The children looked at each other and giggled. “Uh... well, these black ink pens seem to be mixed up with the color pens.” She turned to Mrs. Ballard. “Uh, these are black ink pens from the supply room aren’t they?”