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Polly "Tinkles" Aubuchon, just turned five and as fiery as her red hair, didn't much like the idea of schooling. From the moment her mother first introduced the concept of Tinkles going to school, the idea disturbed Tinkles. Kindergarten seemed okay, at least as described by her mother. But, as Tinkles understood it, there would be much more schooling to follow. This future schooling, only vaguely described by her mother, raised a red flag. Tinkles had already learned her ABCs and even some arithmetic. How much more could there be? And just how knowledgeable did a person need to be to get on in the world? Buster Boxters dad who lived at the end of the street was, according to her mother, as ignorant as a do-do bird. Yet he seemed to get on in the world pretty well, with a good job at the laundromat, and an old fashioned car dating from when her mother had been a little girl. And how about Oscar Winkerwonder, and Fanny Whistleblow, and August Strait? All under-educated morons and yet there they were, out and about in the world, left to their own ill educated devices, with no one blinking an eye. Why, Tinkles firmly believed that if one morning she was tossed out on the street, knowing only what she knew already, she'd be running the country by the popping of the toast. Tinkles decided she needed to talk more to her mother about this schooling. Unfortunately her mother, a lawyer, was especially good at arguing, and seemed to particularly enjoy hair splitting, and ad hominem attacks,Tinkles feared by conversation's end, her mother would have her signed to start college somewhere unpronounceable, and twelve to thirteen years far into the future to boot. Who counted on living that long anyways?! Too bad grandma wasn't around. Grandma would always help Tinkles by second chairing her side in any argument with her mother. But grandma was currently away in the Bahamas, on holiday with some cabana boy she had met during one of her biannual trips to Wetting, Florida.
