more.â
âIâm making a documentary, you see. About some of the best schools in the world.â
âAnd you think that Templeton Grammar is one of them?â
âOf course. Templeton Grammar is famous!â Mr Spoolburg edged closer to the headmaster. âBut the film will also be about some of the best headmasters in the world.â He lowered his dark glasses and winked at Mr Growlworthy.
âYou mean ⦠?â Mr Growlworthy pointed at himself.
âWho else? After all, you have made this school what it is.â
âOh no. Iâm only one cog in a big machine,â said the headmaster, trying not to smile too broadly.
âNonsense, Headmaster. Your reputation is worldwide.â
Mr Growlworthyâs chest puffed up. âWell, I had no idea.â
âWe would also like to do a small piece on one of your best teachers, if you wouldnât mind.â
âNot a problem. Miss Graymouth will be only too pleased.â
âAnd finally, of course, there are the students. If possible, Headmaster, weâd love to do an in-depth interview with one of your top students. I assume you have a suitable candidate.â
âI do, Mr Spoolburg; I do, indeed.â
âWe would need to work alone with this particular student, if that is possible. Get to know him very well, if you know what I mean.â
âI understand entirely. Iâll seek his parentsâ permission at once.â
âAnd weâd like to get a more personal picture of this pupil. Perhaps, for example, he could bring along, letâs say, a pet of some sort. You know, like a mouse. That is, if he had a mouse â¦â
âSay no more. I have the perfect pupil for you,â Mr Growlworthy assured him. He was so excited that he leapt from his seat and shook the film-makerâs hand vigorously. âIâm so glad youâve come to our school, Mr Spoolburg.â
âMe too,â the director agreed. He was also excited. In fact, he was so excited that he burped.
ITâS A DEAL
In the playground at morning tea, everyone was talking about the two movie men who had come to the school. Templeton Grammar was going to be famous, and the students wanted to be a part of it.
The men were already filming around the school grounds.
âJust a few opening shots,â Mr Spoolburg explained to the headmaster. âTo capture the feel of the school, you understand.â
Whenever the camera appeared, a buzz of excitement ran through the students. Some of the older girls made sure they were standing in just the right place at just the right time, striking just the right pose. Older boys suddenly became top footballers, running and kicking and passing like champions. And the teachers had never smiled so much in their entire lives.
Eric sat alone under a tree, away from all the commotion, happy that the attention was onother people for a change. âAt least we wonât have to answer any questions for a while.â But Einstein stood on his shoulder, watching everything with interest.
âI think we should get closer, though,â he said. âMuch closer.â
âWhy?â
âSo that we can see more of the action.â
âWe can see plenty from here. You just want to be a film star.â
âAnd whatâs wrong with that, pray tell?â
âThose two look strange to me,â Eric said.
âFilm people are really strange.â Einstein flung his arms about. âCreative. Different. Exciting.â
For a moment Eric thought Einstein was about to scamper over and stand in front of the film-makers. But then Mr Growlworthy appeared.
âThere you are, Wimpleby. Iâve been searching everywhere for you.â The headmaster was grinning from ear to ear. âWhat a wonderful day. This is the start of something big for our school.â
âDo you think so, sir?â
âOh yes, mark my words. Soon parents will be begging to