||Wedencosse (05.05.2018 05:51:12)
Yes. But we clever modern humans have burned, bulldozed, scraped bare, planted, sprayed, poisoned, built on, cultivated for food or grazed once natural land for cattle and sheep so that every family on the planet can have as many children as they want—a dozen if they like, even if they dont grow a single grain of wheat, or vegetable leaf, or fruit, or know how and where the food they eat is produced. Many people cant even prepare their food themselves any more; increasingly relying on others to process it for them. If that isnt decadence, I dont know what is.
At lunchtime, Mort knocked nervously on Mrs. Dominints office door. She handed him a biscuit and a cup of weak tea that he managed to spill as he sat down. The teachers came in, smiled at him and sat in the three remaining chairs. Mrs. Dominint, in the chair behind her desk, formally introduced Mortaumal, then asked him to tell the teachers exactly what hed told her, including how he cared for Fystie.
[url=https://gobidesserts.wordpress.com]buy cake online[/url] In the absence of Cross Country Running, Mort chose woodwork as a hobby and discovered he was pretty good at working with his hands. In all the regular classes none of the teachers seemed interested in him—or anything else for that matter apart from staying on side with the class bullies. As in his previous school, Mort kept his head down and stayed out of trouble, which wasnt difficult as he had some catching up to do because the curriculum was slightly different from his previous school. A wide general knowledge gained through reading and listening was no substitute for memorising textbook facts and teachers opinions to be regurgitated in examinations.
The following day, still wearing his non regulation gear, he was called to the Principals office, told to stand in front of her desk with his hands behind his back, and instructed to write an apology to Miss Bussty before going home to change into the correct school uniform.