Mrs Tickleton's son, David, was walking down the corridoor. The 11 year old lad had been asked to go to his mothers office, but had no idea why.
"Why does Mom wanna see me at the school she runs? Hm, maybe she needs an extra tickler to help her punish some students...or...OH NO, I hope she hasn't managed to get me enrolled here. I HATE being tickled" thought David.
David entered his mothers office and she sat him down. She said nothing, but handed him a piece of paper. He read it and found out that...
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