"......and if we add that all together, what do we get?" Mrs. Dearing asked. She was a middle aged lion.

"24?" A raven answered.

"Correct. The cat would have a volume of 24 feet of air." Mrs. Dearing said, continuing.

That's right, this class was about inflation. Who cares about symbiosis or calculus, we have inflation.

"Now. If this cat pumps 8 times every 3 minutes, which gives her 2 ounces of water per pump, how much water is in the cat after 31 minutes?" Mrs. Dearing asked.

"76 ounces?" A wolf, Linda Esswegarle, asked.

"Good guess, but no. That is the fifteenth question you have gotten wrong in this single period alone." Mrs. Dearing said. "Come to the front of the room, Linda."

The students "ooo" ed as Linda got up, embarrassed, and walked to the front, back facing her teacher.

"Now, we all know what happened with Gregory last week. He helped provide a great lesson." The students nodded.

Mrs. Dearing stuck a electric pump nozzle into Linda's rear. Linda yelped, as it was cold.

Slowly, she began expanding. First her thighs, then it slowly reached her hips, then her arms, then her chest, and finally, the belly. She swelled and swelled. About five minutes later, she rolled over, belly touching the ground. "Mrs. Dearing? Should I feel this uncomfortable?"

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon." Mrs.Dearing said.

Linda's swelled into a ball once ten minutes passed. A creak. Then another. Five more. Then....A loud pop. A blast of air bowler the students over.

"That was interesting. Not as big as Gregory got, though." Mrs.Dearing said, looking at the deflated Linda, sitting up and hazy eyed.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Dearing. Ill try better next time." Linda said, hurriedly returning to her seat.

"I told you it would be fun." A voice said from behind Linda.

"Oh, shut up, Gregory." Linda said, slapping the obnoxious raccoon.