There's a man in the woods
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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there's a man in the woods. What a spectacle. Before the story started, this school was still respectable. My students used to skip down the hill to the honeysuckle, pluck a couple and collected their nectar until they picked their fill. Except one obnoxious kid, Sid, who just watched them eat the flowers while he saved and scowled because he couldn't bear to share his sweet treats throughout our resource. Our I remember Sid saying, There's a man in the woods. That's how the stories began. Of course, Sid had spotted him first. Oh, in the poor Children. He got him immersed in his spiel about a serial killer who's gun barrel glint, Hint said. Peril. A trip to the nurse or worse, a hearse waiting just beyond the Dale. The Children saw him everywhere. Look over there. That man had Batman airs. We we swear. And crazy yellow eyes. We saw something rusty. His shotgun. It must be I saw ladies sever thigh. Trust me, every word I heard was absurd. Yet each day Sid would stray down way past the playground. Who else was brave enough to save us from the killer's next plot? The rest of the lot would stop back at the blacktop. Sure that any further, they were bound to be found deep in the woods. Left to rot. I pleaded for the kids to think and learn to be mature. But after a few more rumors doomed my attempts to prove the school was secure, their fear was undeterred. And when the bus is drove them all home, the parents finally heard everything just blew up. I received a wall of emails and calls full of shrieks, Wales and all from terrified families who'd heard word of the murderer and didn't like my lack of action at all. What was I supposed to do, comb the whole forest? Yeah, right. Would you? That means I didn't care. That's not fair. The stories that worried you weren't true. Yes, of course. I would feel regret. Had there been a real threat and I ignored it. And some poor little kid got kidnapped while the kids were napping. But you couldn't admit that you're good little kid would formulate a fib. So you ignored what I said. Your little angels could never cook up such incredible creations and overactive imagination. Maybe, but my kid could never lie. How dare I accused a child of being dishonest, just monstrous. The parents were displeased. And when the P t. A took action, they dismissed me from the classroom like they knew what was best for their kids. Do you know how difficult it is to get a job with a bitter mom? Slanders your rep with child neglect from the outset? Now, who's in control of your classes? Single file lines, single file lines, little vial, Swine. A killer by the pines. Really? Are you blind? Will you find your spines, Sid? A little kid who decides to fill our minds with lies. And the next thing you see is people treating me like I'm committing crimes. I was in my prime. Those kids were lucky tohave me. Do you see what you did? But I can play along. I can be good. Do you hear that, Sid? There's a man in the woods