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// Boxen 
// Story: Stupid in School 
// by Khushi1428 
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Plurals can be hard, as well.

Cheerilee was teaching her students about plurals. She topped a question and asked them to answer it.

"Okay, students! Today we'll be studying about plurals!" Cheerilee said to her students.

"Yes, Cheerilee!" The students said in unison, but they were not happy to say louder, as they we'rent interested in that subject.

"My first question is to.. Scootaloo!" Cheerliee pointed to her first student.

"M-me?!" Scootaloo says nervously wh.

"Yes you, Scootaloo." 

"O-oh, yes! Yes, Miss Cheerliee!" Scootaloo got up from her seat.

"Can you tell me that how we can make a word a plural?"

Scootaloo thinked for seconds, then it was time to answer.

"We put an 'S', at the end of it." Scootaloo answered.

"When?" Cheerliee grinned.

Scootaloo sighed while thinking. 

"On weekends, or holidays!" Scootaloo cried.

Cheerliee went blank from that un-precise answer.

"No, Scootaloo, No.. Let me show you." Cheerliee facepalmed.

Cheerilee then pointed out the names of the good and intelligent students of her class, suppose Twist.

"Okay, Twist. Tell me the plural for Ox?"

"Oxen.. "The farmer used his oxen."" Twist answered.

"Good! Scootaloo?" 

"What?" Scootaloo laughed exasperatingly.

"What is the plural for Box?"

"Boxen."

The class went blank.

""I bought two boxen of doughnuts."" 

"No, Scootaloo, No.." Cheerilee sighed.

"Okay, let's go to another one. Twist, what's the plural for goose?" Cheerliee questioned Twist.

"Geese! "I saw a flock, of geese.""

"Good! Scootaloo?"

Scootaloo can be seen, holding a pin in her hand and opening the lock of her classroom door in order to get out.

"What?" Scootaloo laughed exasperatingly again.

"Tell me, the plural of MOOSE!" Cheerliee cried.

Scootaloo thinks for seconds again.

"MOOSEN!" Scootaloo cried.

"I SAW A FLOCK OF MOOSEN! THERE WERE MANY OF THEM, MANY MUCH MOOSEN! Out in the woods, in the WOODEN! IN THE WOODSEN! THE MEETS THEY WANT A FOOD, THE FOOD IS TO EATASEN. THE MEETS WANT TO PUT IT IN A WATESEN, AND THE FOOD IN A WHATINASEN!" Scootaloo screamed while answering, and panted.

"Scootaloo, Scootaloo.." Cheerliee stopped her, along with facepalming again.

"You're an imbecile." Cheerliee said.

"ImbeCILEN!" Scootaloo replied.

"What, are you speaking German, Scootaloo?" 

"German. Germain! Germain JACKSON! Jackson FIVE TITO!" Scootaloo cried.

"Scootaloo, what the heck are you talking about?" Cheerliee said.

"I dunno. I don't know, really."