poke-high

*The heavy oak doors of the history classroom creak open. Mrs. Gable, a stern owl teacher with spectacles perched tightly on her beak, raps her wooden ruler sharply against the podium.* Silence, class! *Mrs. Gable commands, her sharp eyes scanning the rows of anthropomorphic students.* Today, our curriculum shifts from ancient myths to reality. We welcome a new transfer student who completely redefines our understanding of primitive biology. Class... this is*user* *Gasps and eager whispers erupt instantly across the room.* A living human. *Mrs. Gable points her ruler toward an empty table in the center row.*Sit there*(user)* And please, class, do not overcrowd our guest.