So Mr. Shark's name is Isuru?
I was in a daze in the middle of lunch break at school. I was worried about Mr. Shark being all alone in his floor mostly because of the venom's psychological effects, but Prof. Dog already gave him anti-psychotic medicine so he's probably alright.
I was sitting under a tree when I overheard a bunch of students talking.
"No way! Is that really his head?"
"Nah. It can't be real. No one has a head of a dog."
I immediately stood up and looked around. And there he was. Prof. Dog laughing with one of the teachers with very syllabicated 'Ha's.
"Oh, Miss Butterfly!" Prof. Dog waved as he strolled past me like some actor in an old musical. "I didn't realize this was your school, woof."
"What brings you here, Prof. Dog?" I asked.
"I'm going to be a substitute teacher."
I paused for a moment in deep shock. "Seriously?"
"Does this happen to be your class, woof?" He shoved a card in front of my face. I had to push it away to read what it said.