Eaten by a what..?

An excerpt from the journal of E. from my class.

Once upon a time there was a little girl called Miss S. One day she went out walking in the woods and she liked to walk in the woods. She had pet mice but they were at home. She only brang the pet mice to people who were good. She was picking flowers and then she saw a lion. The lion ate her and she was never saw again.

*gulps*

I'm flattered she likes me enough to write a story about me.

I'm amused that she listens to me about the pet mice (I have told them that I will take them home again if they are too noisy.)

I'm liking the idea of walking through the woods picking flowers.

But I'm rather alarmed that I was eaten by a lion.

I'm not THAT horrible a teacher.

Am I?