Phone reception was poor in these times; the principal’s roar from the other end of the line could be heard across the entire corridor. Third Uncle was instantly drenched in a cold sweat. In the past, a call from the principal would have been a rare, golden opportunity—he would have scurried over with a spring in his step. But hearing the fury in the principal’s voice now, his heart sank to the bottom of his chest.
"Now, Principal, listen to my explanation. I’m at the police station right now. I’ve been framed!"
"Good! So you really are at the police station!"
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