A School Project

Back in the Classroom.
It seemed to be a week before the summer holidays.
We were building small model boats that carried a cargo of salmon between Canada and the UK.
However the boats were only metaphors for an essay we were meant to be doing during the final week.
On the Wednesday I jumped off a school balcony and injured my ankle.
I was therefore off school the Thursday and Friday so I could not complete my model boat/essay.
On the Thursday an old friend called and gave me a wee trip out in her Mk2 red Ford Escort.
She drove me 5 miles along a narrow country road, past my school, and then let me off to hitch back.
All perfectly normal it seemed and I thanked her.
It was a long walk back on my sore ankle and I thought of calling in at the school to finish my project.
But I went home to be met by the school master and some fellow pupils.
They had all finished their boat/essays and buried them under a round steel and glass door in the middle of the classroom. They had used trout instead of salmon for the cargo. I thought I might use dog food.
I said I would hurry and finish mine if they would not mind digging up theirs so mine could join them.
They refused.
Too late again I thought, missed the boat.
I gave the master a slap on the back as they left by way of thanks for calling along to make sure I knew that I had failed.