Miss Hiss is Missing

   The entire class jumped as the substitute teacher, with her hair wound up in a tight bun, blew through the door like a hurricane. She marched to the front of the classroom and with a voice like a tuba she announced, “My name is Miss Priscilla P. Pearce. Your regular teacher, Miss Hursh, is ill. Today, you belong to me.”   What do you do when your substitute teacher is a mean as a snake and the the classroom one is missing? Things get crazy, that's what!   This "short but sweet" wild romp will make you laugh and possibly give you a few good ideas if you ever meet your own Fierce Pierce.