Celestia was getting most concerned over the absence of one-tenth of the boys who attended her school; all efforts to contact them had proved futile.
 
“Oh dear.” She groaned. “Where have they got to?” Sighing deeply she stretched her arms and leaned back in her chair to relieve the stress, the creaking of the back legs stopped her from hearing the meagre screams and cries of pain from the very same students, who’d all shrunk down to the size of fleas and had been attempting to climb up to her ear all day. Celestia leaning back rendered it effectively impossible for them to climb any further. “If the police can’t locate them,” Celestia mumbled, “I’ll have to find more unorthodox methods to track them down.”