Mr Tentacle scooped the beast up and immediately dropped it back down on my desk. I bolted for the other end of the classroom and didn’t turn back until I was as far away as possible. But when I did look back, I wished I hadn’t. The piranha was chomping away at my robot, devouring every last screw and wire. When it had finished, it set its eyes on my friends’ robots. And I think you can guess what happened next. 6 minutes later, there were 8 kids huddled in the corner and no robots in sight. By then, Mr Tentacle had managed to craft gloves out of spare robot parts, and he scooped up the piranha and put it back in its tank. Me and my friends stared at one another for a while until Mia piped up saying “Umm….. Mr Tentacle…. what are we going to do?”
“About what?” He seemed confused.
“About our eaten robots?”
“I know!” said Estelle, another of my friends. “We can buy new ones with the emergency money the teacher keeps in this safe. We all know the code.”
All eight of us agreed, but Mr Tentacle did not. “Why would we use the money in the safe? We can get some money by training tirelessly in swimming night and day, waiting 3 years until the next Olympic games, coming second place, melting down the silver, re crafting it into a really sharp knife, which we will use to cut up the black carpet, cover ourselves in it, sneak into a house and steal their wallet. It’s simple.”
We all stared at him. Simple? This guy was crazy.