That night after the teacher left the little child at the blackboard blinked his eyes and looked around and seen nobody around. "Finally, I can move. For a while there I thought I was figured out." The child moved about slowly for now he had to figure out why he was there in his old classroom. Could it be to be taught a lesson or to teach a lesson. He wrote something on the chalkboard for the children the next day. It went like this-- Listen to the teacher or you will end up here like me in school forever.
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