Mr. Smith: Please pull out your workbooks.
Tina: Sorry, Danny.
Dave: We’ll see you at recess, Danny.
Danny: No more clay?
Mr. Smith: Now, Danny . . .
Danny: Yes, Mr. Smith?
Mr. Smith: You can’t yell in class.
Danny: But they were being mean to me!
Mr. Smith: Danny . . .
Danny: They’re bullies!
Mr. Smith: You were the one making all the noise.
Danny: I’m just an excited guy!
Mr. Smith: Danny, please throw out your clay.
Danny: I don’t want to.
Mr. Smith: Please do it now.
Mr. Smith: Thank you. Now, go sit in the corner until recess.
Danny: Please! I promise to be quiet!
Mr. Smith: No. You’ll sit there and think about what you’ve done.
Danny: Do I have to?
Mr. Smith: Yes, Danny. You do.
Brad: I thought your models looked good, Danny.
Danny: Thanks. They’re garbage now.
Tina: You tried to stand up to those bullies.
Good for you.
Danny: But now I’m in trouble.
Dave: Ha-ha!
Chuck: Ha-ha!
Danny: It’s not fair.
Mr. Smith: Now, Danny, I want you to put your head on the desk.
[n3@And think about what you did.
Danny: I was making great art, but . . .
Mr. Smith: What’s the lesson, Danny?
Danny: I don’t know.
Mr. Smith: You shouldn’t get so excited in the future.
Danny: I’ve got a great imagination!
I can’t help it!
Mr. Smith: Okay, class. Turn to page six in your books.
Chuck: Hey, Danny. I’ll save that little doll you made.
Danny: Leave me alone.
Chuck: Then you can have it forever.
Danny: Dumb people are always getting me into trouble . . .
Danny: I just wanted to play with my clay. That’s all.
Danny: Who’s that?