In order to control my unruly class, I waved about the
annual Christmas carrot-stick.
‘Santa Claus might be watching,’ I said. ‘This is the time
of year when he sends his elves and robin redbreasts out to check who is being
naughty and who is being nice.’
The class settled down in time for their basketball coach to
take them outside to practice. All the children filed out, with the exception
of three unwell students who were staying inside with me. The class had no
sooner left when a robin hopped in the open door. Myself and my three students
watched in disbelief as the bird, feathers fluffed up against the cold, hopped
calmly around the classroom. Up and down the rows of desks the little bird
skipped, as if inspecting the room. Over spilled pencils it skipped, between
strewn schoolbags and fallen books.
Mouths open, my three students watched the bird perform its
inspection, visiting each desk in the room, before returning to the open door.
It looked back once at the three girls, before disappearing outside.
When my class returned from their basketball practice I had
a story to tell, and three witnesses to back me up. Needless to say, the
children were very well behaved for the rest of the afternoon. Happy Christmas!
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