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“Ok everyone, I want to hear all about the dreams you have for your future…but they must be realistic”, Mr. Popandike instructed the bored year 5 class, rubbing his hands together, and leaning forward eagerly. His glasses fell forward onto his nose as he strained to see the kids at the back of the room.
The class stirred uneasily. No one could blame them, for the Master was tall and stately, and his scorn for day dreaming and wild schemes was infamous.
A few timid boys put up their hands, and stammered out something about ‘dairy farming,’ and ‘job in the city’.
“Hmph…” grunted the man, raising his eyebrows. Suddenly, another hand shot up, eagerly waving for attention. The Master nodded his assent
“Please Sir…I’d like to go to the moon in a spaceship!” the excited boy called out, not noticing the astonished and half envious glances he got.
The pacing man stopped as if he had hit a brick wall, and spun around
“What did you say?” he asked, advancing on the boy who was now bouncing in his seat
“Sir, I said I’d like to go to the moon!” he repeated, nodding enthusiastically. The whole class gasped together. The sound carried to the little boy, who didn’t realise it was meant to warn him. He took it as meaning they were as excited as he felt, so he just grinned back at them.
The Master strode to the boy’s desk, and pounded his fist on the brown surface.
“You heard me say the dreams have to be realistic!” he growled, his face going rather red. The boy’s eyes widened and he drew back slightly,
“But…sir…I was realistic. I could have said I wanted to go to Mars!”
