Truly Tan Baffled

card and a round of applause. ‘This is so tedious. I wish they’d get to the good part!’ says Verity as we clap again and smile wearily at the goodbye boy. For once I agree with Verity Crisp. Then, finally, it is time for the big announcement. Miss Dragone plays introduction music and everyone is on the edge of their seats. The edge of their floor … Either way, we are all craning forward, listening hard, with our fingers crossed for our favourites. ‘Come on,’ I say, under my breath. ‘Come on, come on, come on.’ ‘This year’s entries in the Royal Winter Lantern Festival competition were exceptional,’ says Mr Lamble. ‘There were several truly profound poems handed in and a collection of art that would make our National Gallery sit up and take notice.’ The teachers beam like smiling cats who got the cream. ‘Finding the winners was not an easy task and the judges want to make it clear their decision was the most difficult yet.’ ‘Yakkity yak,’ whispers Gloria. ‘Get to the point, Deputy.’ ‘Envelopes please, Miss Dragone,’ says Mr Lamble, holding out his hand. Miss Dragone hands him the large, sparkling silver

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