Up in the mountains, In a land far away, there's a class full of children, all studying today.

Their job it seems simple, to tend to their pets. But these are no ordinary creatures; they're a little more complex.

Miss Brown was their teacher, she was kind, she was fair. But if you were mean to another you'd for sure feel her stare.

Today is the day Miss Brown would suggest, you'll be given an animal and with it a test.

For example: how would you feed a bright pink tiger? An ostrich-shaped bear? Or a saber-toothed spider?

No question for a vet, at least not one I've ever met. They'd probably cry seeing what a curly-haired tortoise ate.

Then there's the wolf fish who only eat pie. Who Like rubs of their belly and to howl at the sky.

Each one is different, you must take your time, to get to know one another and if they like limes.

Amongst the class, the excitement was building. One child's arm almost burst through the ceiling.

This young thing, well his name, it was Aaron and he had always wanted a fire-breathing dragon.

He knew how to feed it and when it should sleep, and when they were mentioned he'd let out a shriek.

He crossed all of his fingers and almost all of his toes. He hoped for one with a small button nose.

So, one by one they all gathered round, to collect their pet from the lovely Miss Brown.

Some got a bunnybug, while others got a hare, with a great big bottom that looked like a pear.

There were crocodile-cats and a giraffe sized mouses, bat-winged zebras who barely fit in their houses.

But poor little Aaron appeared all out of luck, for he was given a double-headed duck.

“You're not what I wanted” Aaron did grumble, “and what to do with all this dragon berry crumble”.

“You can't breathe fire and Your feathers are all scruffy. You're far too big and not even that fluffy!”.

Upon hearing these words the duck began to cry. Aaron just left her there without even saying goodbye.

She knew not what she did or what even was done. She just sat on her bum looking awfully glum.

“Right, Now children would you please listen up. There's a pet out here and she's down in the dumps.

She's squawking and scowling and rather upset. “I think the owner needs to come hug their pet!”

Aaron felt bad for the words that were said. They were awfully unkind and should have stayed in his head.

He said he was sorry and offered half of his biscuit. Double choc chip, please eat, he insisted.

Her face filled with glee at the sweet treat she could see.

She let out a great big “QUUUUAAARRRKKK” and an even bigger “YIPPEE”.

This is when Aaron, well, he started to laugh, so much so she let out a fart.

Miss Brown then gasped,

"That smell it is rotten, it must have come from a bottom"! The pair then smiled as the giggles had got’em.

From this moment on they were always together, playing all types of games whatever the weather.

“I shall call you Penelope a dragon you may not be, but I'm your friend and you're the same to me”.

So there we have it, a tale of two halves. Of a sweet little friendship that started with a fart.