Ratty Memoir

I was sitting at my desk, opening the blog to see what The Question of the Week was. Ratty glided through the door with his head held high, like a king, scanning the class for his throne. He hopped onto the table to get a better view. He saw it. Far across the room was Mrs. Lees wheeling chair, with her exotic pillow on top. He ran across the room as fast as he could go, worried the chair would soon be taken. He pounced onto the chair, twisted himself into a circle, and quickly fell asleep.

A few minutes later, the bell rang and we assembled on the mat, with Ratty still on the chair. Mrs. Lees walked into the room. Rat still wouldn't budge. "Hop of my chair!!!" Mrs. Lees shouted. Rat reluctantly rolled of Mrs. Lees chair, hissing the whole time. 

'I'll be back,' he thought to himself as he wandered into Mrs. Pavitt's room.