Baumgartner’s office door. There was no reply, so she knocked again. “Hello? Ms. Baumgartner? It’s me, Trixi. Trixi Wilder. Remember? I was supposed to report to you this morning?” There was still no reply, so she gave the door a nudge, and it swung open. Ms. Baumgartner was sitting at her desk, staring at a huge pile of intricate origami creatures. Across the office was Mrs. Sledge, standing ankle-deep in dozens and dozens of cranes, elephants, frogs, birds, horses, dogs and cats, all neatly folded out of plain white paper. “Wow, Ms. Baumgartner,” Trixi said. “The two of you must really be into origami. I particularly like the elephant, although you might want to make it out of more colorful paper next time.” Ms. Baumgartner looked at Trixi and shook her head. “The photocopier.” “The photocopier?” Trixi replied. “Yes, the photocopier,” Ms. Baumgartner said. “The photocopier did this.” “You mean, the photocopier folded all these animals?” Ms. Baumgartner just nodded.
