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The eight and a half inch tall mouse slowly stepped through a tiny door in the wall near the chalkboard. With quick brisk steps she walked down a ramp and onto the desktop of the desk usually meant for a bigum. Stopping at the edge of the desktop she looked out at the classroom of expectant students. Her eyes swept over them and after a couple of second then she spoke with a voice that was surprisingly deep for her tiny size and could be heard at the very back of the class. 

    "Good morning. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Petina Demouse and I'll be your instructor for the Introduction to Economic Principles. I hope you find this class as interesting as I do, and if you have any questions please feel free to ask!" 

   She turned around and noticed that someone had left a bright, shiny, red apple on the desk. Slowly she sauntered over and sat down on it. She took a moment and adjusted her horn rim glasses. Then she addressed the class again.

   "Okay. Who's familiar with the saying. Sex sells?"

   A patron reward for James Birdsall.

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