As trees were being dragged into living rooms and tinsel was being wound around lampshades, Oleg and Emma sat at the back of their classroom whispering about how cold their ears were.
It was the Monday before Christmas.
A teacher was talking, and neither Oleg nor Emma was listening.
This teacher, however, was not the teacher that usually taught form 6Y about dead kings, exploding stars, and how to tell a million from a billion, because that teacher had fallen off a horse three days earlier. He wasn’t supposed to have been on top of a horse at all and how he managed to:
A. find a horse
B. get on it
were mysteries that remained unsolved.