ou cross the road and walk nervously up to the two people.

‘Yes, Mr Pigly?’ you say. ‘Yes, Mrs Pigly?’

‘What did you call us?’ the man asks.

‘Mr and Mrs Pigly.’

‘I suppose you think that’s funny,’ the man says. He pulls out a card from his pocket and shows it to you. ‘I’m Senior Constable Irvine. And this is Senior Constable Craig. We’re from the Truancy Squad. We don’t like cheeky kids. We’d like you to accompany us to the station.’

As they lead you away you look around. The street is deserted. There’s not a single one of your fellow students in sight. But you’re almost sure you can hear their giggles following you all the way to the lockup.