| Report for Paul Murphy | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 1 |
| Summary | Perfectly Exquisite |
In Primary Year Four (age 9) we had a teacher called Miss O'Toole who was a bit short sighted. So short sighted was she that just about anything would be accepted for the Nature Table. My offering was a turd (my own in fact) in a Roses Lime Marmalade jar filled with sea water. This was labeled "Whales Brain" and took pride of place on the Nature Table. It was still there when my sister followed on the next year.