I was running far away from Mister Lime. Books in hand, bag on back and key in pocket. I ran into the classroom, trying to find a cupboard. The teachers cupboard. Loud footsteps were getting nearer as I fumbled with the key and lock. Finally it was open. There it was, the big white box half hidden with cloths. I went to grab it but a deafening roar and an opening of a door stopped me. It was Mister Lime. He was moving fast towards me, as I opened the box to see a pair of magical miss match socks…….