• I wonder about a hole leading to darkness on the canteen's ceiling. None have seen anything in it. In there may live bats, ghosts, nymphs or anything you can name it.
    There may live a man hundreds years old, sleeping when the school is open. He wakes up at night, wanders below the roof, befriends mice and cockroaches and eats dusts. There may be times he jumps into the canteen, eats some veggies, soybean cakes or bread toghther with his friends. He'd take a little walk around till dawn then jump back up to his day sleep.
    I wonder about a hole leading to darkness on the canteen's ceiling. None have seen anything in it. In there may live bats, ghosts, nymphs or anything you can name it.
    There may live a group of pixie which play with foods all night long. They mix flour, veggies and eggs then thow it to the walls and floors. They paint with ketchup and soy sauce on the wall. They play bowling with both used and unopened soda cans. They make the biggest, craziest and dirtiest party until dawn. Before the cooks come, they clean the mess up with their magic.
    I wonder about a hole leading to darkness on the canteen's ceiling. None have seen anything in it. In there may live bats, ghosts, nymphs or anything you can name it.
    There may live a boy who never pass any exam. He is small, fast and he's the smartest boy in the world. He even has a little lab beyond the ceiling. He eavesdrops on science classes at day and experiments at night. He may have found when our star will die. He may befriend Martians and already found a way to live in space without special suit. He may have found a way to become immortal and immune to all illness in the world.
    I wonder about a hole leading to darkness on the canteen's ceiling. None have seen anything in it. In there may live bats, ghosts, nymphs or anything you can name it.
    Now that I'm leaving it soon, I still don't know what's really in there all the time.