7th/8th had a baby garter snake as a class pet for a few days before it expired. Did their request to each have it at their desk the other day traumatized it, or weren't dried bugs sufficient nutrition, or did it die of a broken heart or foul play?
In poetry we recently learned about eulogies, so we wrote the following tribute to Mr. Slither.
An Ode to Mr. Slither
With us a short time
Touched our lives
Skinny as a dime
Avoided Vern's knivesFrom depths of basement
Came to the light
Who is the replacement?
Died in the night
All alone?
Gave life a good fight
Shall we clone?