I wandered around the crowded room and performed a little dance. I hoped that this would please my new friend and that she would agree that I had mastered the “dancing like a cat” routine. She observed my technique, then snapped her fingers to bring me out of the trance.

The verdict was good. Not only had I passed the cat dancing test, but during my short period under hypnosis they had discovered that I was a skilled hypnotist myself. Apparently I had been practising unknowingly for years.

Now there was an explanation for the amazing attendance rates for my modules. Everyone had suspected for ages that none of the students were genuine, willing, participants. Finally here was the proof that every student had been unwittingly coerced into class.