The students stood in line, nervously waiting to hear whatever they had been called together for. Even Ronald was quiet, and that was very unusual.
Mrs. Willis rose from the chair behind her desk. Her face plainly saying, do not speak. She walked up the line of students looking intently at each as she passed.
“I have a few questions. Something is missing from my desk. If it had been money or something valuable, I would have the principal standing right here with me. However, just because it wasn’t valuable like that, doesn’t mean it can be taken from my desk by anybody who decides they want it. This is my desk. Everything on the desk is mine, just like everything on your desk is yours. Do you all understand that?”
Twelve heads bobbed up and down.
“Now, I am going to ask my questions. Number one. Who was in this classroom this morning before I came back from the principal’s office?”
Six hands went up.
“Step forward,” she said, they did, including Ronald.
“Who, is allergic to peanuts?”
They all looked at each other, surprised at the question. Finally, Ronald raised his hand, reluctantly.
“Ah! I did not know that about you Ronald! The rest of you may go!” The class immediately ran out to recess.
Ronald stood waiting to get in trouble. “You ate my lunch,” Mrs. Willis said, quietly. “You left the peanuts.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“No, you won’t. This is a card. Keep it in your pocket and when you get to school, go into the cafeteria. Mrs. Swan will give you breakfast.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“Mrs. Swan doesn’t want money, she just wants to give you food. Ok?”
Ronald grew up to be one of the good ones.