"Because I just saw a rooster run out of the animal shelter and down the street" she said, looking a little amused at the fact that there was now a loud animal in town and she would probably have to be the one to catch it. She shook her head for a second before turning back to her son's teacher. "How did Henry do today?"
Marisa raised a brow at that, gazing curiously. “A rooster? Well, I suppose if it causes too much trouble, it can always be shot.” The woman was fairly blunt when she wasn’t actively trying to gain something from conversation. For now, she was reading papers and half focused on the conversation with Henry’s birth mother.
“Henry was... slightly better. He still struggles with paying attention. He keeps bringing that book into class and reading it instead of doing classwork. He put it away when I asked him to, although when packing up for class, I saw that his “classwork” was just him drawing. I told him that if he brings it into class again, I’m taking it.”