|Hard enough, teaching Younglings is. Need this sort of thing I do not.|
"Master Yoda, I'm out of paste."
"Harvey, been eating your paste again, you have not, have you?"
"No, Master Yoda."
"Then happened to your paste, what has?".
Behind him Harvey pointed.
"Kenobi!! Doing here what are you?!"
There Kenobi was, sitting at one of the tiny desks with paste on his mouth, beard, and fingers.
"Supposed to be here you are not! And stop eating the Younglings' paste, you must! Setting what kind of example for them are you?" Furious I was.
"I'm setting a good example!" Kenobi said, "See, I'm even using a fork."
Indeed, using a fork he was.
"He ate my crayons, too, Master Yoda." Harvey said.
"Tattle-tale!" Kenobi retorted.
To sit in the corner, I made Kenobi. Plus, stay after class and write on the blackboard a 100 times he had to: "A grown man I am. Eat paste or crayons I will not."
Right, that boy is not.