Everything I wrote today would give away the ending, so I’m picking a portion of the text at random.
“He’s a liar!” Timmy regretted the words, the moment they came out of his mouth. Not because he didn’t mean them, but because they made him sound like a kid. He did his [damned] darned best to look as grownup as possible around grownups, because really, everything was a test. Sometimes they just didn’t keep score where you could see, that’s all.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. Grownups liked it when you said sorry, even if it was just ‘sorry I slipped up in front of you.’ “But the Fat Man didn’t, what did you say? He didn’t intrude on me, either.” He was guessing at what the word meant, but from the look on the Headmaster’s face he had guessed right. “We could have used some intruding. But nobody cared. Not him, not nobody.”
“Well,” the Headmaster replied, “we cared. Enough to send Krampus to take you away, in fact. But I do take your point, young Mister Timothy. It’s a horrible world out there, and the Fat Man isn’t always the best fit for it.” He tapped the folder. “Hence this little job he wants us to do for him.”