'The problem with your story, Benny, and why I've only given you a B,' said Mr Brock, the elderly English teacher, 'is anthropomorphism. What does that mean?'
'I don't know, sir.' replied Benny, his large brown eyes beginning to water.
'Go and look it up, then!' snapped Mr Brock, handing Benny back his story.
As Benny turned around to return to his desk, a single tear rolled down his long black and white snout, found its way to the end of a whisker and dropped silently to the floor. Nobody saw and nobody knew.