The Scene: A classroom of middle school trouble-makers working on computers. All is quiet (Really! It was! It was freetime so they were plugged-in and all quiet-like!), Except, for R. He has the hiccups…
Ms. M: Who has the hiccups?
Various Voices: R… It’s R… R. has the hiccups.
R.: Me… hiccup
Various Voices: You should cure them… R.–she can cure hiccups… Dude, cure his hiccups… It’s one of her superpowers.
Ms. M: I can, but R. doesn’t believe in my powers, so they don’t work.
R.: (scoffing noise) I believe. Cure ’em.
Another Student: You really have to believe R. Or it doesn’t work.
R.: I believe!
Ms. M: I think, perhaps, I need my cape for this to work today. You’re a tough one R.(expectant silence whilst I don my cape and glittery red mask)* Are you ready? (Magic hiccup cure ensues…)**
R.: … (no hiccup)… (mutters) Thanks.
Ms. M: (removing cape and mask, dusting off hands) That’s how it’s done my friends.
(smattering of applause… work resumes.)
*Blessings and many thanks to some fellow cape-wearers for the gift of this cape and mask.
**Yeah,right! Like I was going to tell you the cure–it’s totally a secret!
