The highly trained Dobermans had the run of the school. The boys, well, it was they who were in defacto pens. It was amusing as each fractious lad learned of his status. The instructors controlled. The dogs controlled. The boys obeyed.
Welcome to Femmetouffant, boys, Ms. Emily steps forth and begins in her loudest voice.
All eyes move to the imposing woman of authority. She has avoided the visiting parents because she wears jackboots and wields a three foot length of rattan. There can be no question as to its purpose. But some may offer the benefit of the doubt in believing that the instrument of correction is for the dogs... we are soon to learn it is not.
As she gathers attention, the Dobermans circle the group, which remains lounging about on the sizable lawn area surrounded by the
