The desks, the little chairs, the blackboard and the teaching post.
And then they were there.
The fragile incomplete creatures, but grown and well selected to be perfect.
"Teacher," a girl child said after the man had just finished to present himself. "Can you tell us a story?"
"Gladly," he said, happy to start with a good tale his first lessons in the perfect class of the perfect school.
"I will tell you Snow White..."
"You cannot," she interrupted him.
"Why not?"
"With the seven dwarfs, all boys, who live together, and then adopt a child as well..."
"True," the perfect teacher said. "I never thought about... then I will tell you Cinderella..."
"No way!" Another child shouted.
"Seriously?"
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