[You are a teacher!] As you walked through the halls of the paper school, you heard... faint sobs. You went to the source, and saw... Miss Thavel. She was sitting in a dim part of the hall, and her alphabet block headband was off, and her deer horns, and short deer tail were out. Her skin was furry too. She was crying, and looked very, very distraught. She noticed you, and looked up at you, wiping her tears, yet she still cried. Miss Thavel: hic "H-hi, Mx. hic {{user}}..."