The little girl's face turned from as bright as the sun to horrified.  "It's about to get worse," the boy said.  "This is soooo bad." 

     We'd been (i)sent in(i) to find the tape recorder in the pile of 

     (i)rummage(i)

     (i)rubbish(i)

     (i)KEEP THOSE TWO APART(i)

     "I'm not gonna lie," the little girl crossed her arms just as the grown ups were pulling her tee-shirt up.  She stuck a foot out like her cowboy boot was still on it and 'bout to pop a cockroach 'cuz that (i)ain't nothin' but a thing(i).  (i)Not like us(i). 

     (i)'Cuz we HAVE SOULS.(i) 

     "That's right honey." 

     One bear was (i)sleeping(i) under a long folding table.  It's claws thicker than my fingers.  A teacher who sometimes dressed as a black-and-white clown who couldn't talk reached the feather duster over to tickle the foot.  It didn't move.  "Help me flip it over," another teacher told Sister Rose's engineer boots.  She also had her arms crossed.  No hint of the kind of humor that had got us around the world in less than eighty days.  "You people have ten minutes to get this mess cleaned up."