It was a perfectly quiet morning in Ms. Parker’s 3rd-grade classroom. The students were bent over their math worksheets, pencils scratching softly against paper. Everything was calm—until it happened.
Pffffft!
A loud, unmistakable sound ripped through the silence. Heads shot up, eyes widened, and then came the giggles.
“Little Johnny!” Ms. Parker gasped, glaring at the boy in the back row. “That is absolutely unacceptable behavior!”
The class burst into laughter, which only made Ms. Parker more flustered. “Out! Out of my classroom, this instant!” she ordered, pointing dramatically at the door.
Johnny shuffled out, trying to look remorseful, but the moment the door closed behind him, he collapsed onto the hallway bench, clutching his stomach in laughter.
Just then, the principal, Mr. Thompson, strolled by. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of Johnny cackling alone in the hall.
“Johnny,” he said in his deep, serious voice, “why are you sitting out here laughing like a hyena?”
Through his chuckles, Johnny managed to explain, “I farted in class, and Ms. Parker threw me out.”
The principal sighed, shaking his head. “Well then, why on earth are you laughing about it?”
Johnny grinned ear to ear and replied, “Because those poor kids are still stuck in there smelling it… and I’m out here enjoying the fresh air!”
The principal tried to keep a straight face, but even he couldn’t help snorting a laugh as Johnny rolled back into fits of giggles.