Deafening silence punctuated by sounds of chalk on a blackboard and the shifting of the teacher’s feet.

The brightness injected into the classroom through its door darkens slightly, forcing the teacher and a chunk of his pupils to turn to the door.

There stood headmaster Baldwin, his almost toothless gums unable to express the big smile that sat on his heart. The source of his joy, two lads at the back of the class caught red handed in no one knows what save smiling old Baldwin.

Our class teacher asked with his eyes what their crime was. Neither the boys nor the headteacher would talk, thickening the air of suspense that choked the class…