After five desperate attempts to calm down the sixteen children seated around their tables, I gave up and put “Schlumpf Party” in the CD player.
Straight away, a hord of standing monsters, waddling horribly, genuflexions, regular hammerings of the arms, lateral swayings, small shouts and small fists raised banging the simple beat of a blue gnome voice techno, takes possession of the previous beings.
I dash to reach the Stop button.
I turn over,
like a dream, everything has vanished, but a general sigh of disappointment resonates long in the room.