Something smelled off in Mrs. Thompson’s classroom that morning — and it wasn’t the usual whiff of cafeteria leftovers or forgotten gym shoes.
A few students snickered, trying to hide their grins, while Mrs. Thompson’s patience thinned by the second. Then came that sound — a long, unmistakable blast that echoed off the walls. The room fell silent.
All eyes turned to Little Johnny, sitting there with the world’s guiltiest smile.
“Johnny!” Mrs. Thompson gasped, clutching her lesson plan. “Out. Now!”
Trying to keep from laughing, Johnny grabbed his books and strutted into the hallway, where he collapsed against the lockers in a fit of giggles. A few moments later, the principal strolled by, looking puzzled.
“Johnny, what’s so funny? And why are you out here?”
Still catching his breath, Johnny grinned. “I farted in class and Mrs. Thompson kicked me out.”
The principal sighed. “That’s not exactly something to laugh about, young man.”
“Oh, I know,” Johnny said, smirking. “But they’re all still in there smelling it… and I’m out here breathing the fresh air!”
Conclusion:
Only Little Johnny could turn a classroom catastrophe into a personal victory. While the rest of the class suffered in silence, he sat outside with a smile — proving that sometimes, mischief really does have its perks. After all, in Johnny’s world, timing is everything… and occasionally, it stinks just right.
Would you like me to make it sound more like a short story (with richer description and pacing)