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Van stared at the mound of yams on his desk. “Who the heck shit all these out?”

“They're just yams...”

Van whirled to Mr. H. “Did you do this?”

Mr. H stroked his chin in thought. “Not really...”

“What do you mean 'not really'?” Van growled.

“I didn't shit them onto your desk,” Mr. H murmured.

“Mmmmm.”

DING A FREAKING LING


“Whose phone was that?” Mr. H asked hastily. Was he paranoid?

“Hold on Mr. H,” Taylor said. “I need to take this call.

Hello? Yes, this is she. No. No. No.
Yes. Oh! Oh, yes. Okay. Ah.
I see. A further demonstration? When? Okay. Same place? Mhmmm. Oh, I'd be happy to. Okay. Okay. See you then. Yes. Bye.” Her phone happily clicked shut.

“What was that all about?”

“My dream job just called me back!” Taylor squealed in joy.

“Good for you,” Mr. H congratulated.

Van whined, “Is anyone concerned at all by the fact that there's a pile of yams on my desk.”

“Oh! May yam!”

“Hey,” Mr. H exclaimed. “That's a palindrome!”

“What's that?”

Mr. H explained, “Basically, it's the same backwards and forwards.”

“Oh.”

“So kids,” Taylor announced. “May yam is May yam if spelled backwards! They're identical!”


This concludes our lesson for today.