An Education

The door creaked open, and he peeked through. He could hear a phonograph playing somewhere in the room, playing strange folk dances through its floral horn.

"Oh," a voice coughed, "you're at the right place, Elm, come in, come in." A faint clank and a rustling noise.

Elm opened the door more widely and entered. He didn't know what to expect of this teacher, other than that he was old and had a reputation as a bit of an eccentric.