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Imagining the Clouds
Zeb was altogether quite certain that his teacher, Mr Heming-drake, was the greatest teacher of all time ever, anywhere in the universe. He was a tall and skinny man who reminded Zeb of a birch tree in a sportscoat. Mr Hemingdrake possessed an impossibly large collection of vivaciously gaudy ties ranging in colour from gangrenous green to violently violet, and had bright eyes that burned like fireflies behind his thick-framed glasses.
He was capable of being both a great speaker and a great listener (although obviously not at the same time). His class had painted all the walls with murals, built a model city, hatched chicken eggs and planted a vegetable garden. Zeb was absolutely, positively certain that Mr Hemingdrake would be able to tell them about the creature
