The kids in Fluffy's class wrote "I am..." poems that the teacher posted on the wall. She gives them a prompt like "I am...," "I feel...," "I believe...," and they fill in the blanks. Some of the kids had very deep, mature thoughts:
...that I can't have everything I want.
...life isn't always fair.
...things will never be the same again. (written by a girl whose father died suddenly earlier this year)
And what does Fluffy write? "I understand...English."