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“What can you possibly teach me, puffball?” Gerald croaked.

He was a perfect, fluffy yellow, with a tiny pair of wire-rimmed glasses already perched on his bill. quackyprep

His first student was a cynical bullfrog named Gerald. Gerald had a deep, rumbling voice and a habit of eating anything that flew too close. “What can you possibly teach me, puffball

Class began. Beaker had carved tiny numbers into the mud—equations for leap distance. He’d dissected a dragonfly wing to show lift ratios. For math, they counted mosquito larvae in groups of twelve. For history, they traced the Great Flood of ‘03 and its impact on cattail distribution. For ethics, they debated the morality of stealing a worm from a robin (a surprisingly heated debate that ended with Gerald promising to ask before inhaling). Gerald had a deep, rumbling voice and a

“True,” Beaker said softly.