The homework jar.
The jar sat next to the computer on my desk. It was wrapped in foil and could have been there to strengthen the wifi for all they knew.
It wasn’t though. It was honey.
But it wasn’t just honey. It used to be one of my students.
I told them, if you don’t do your homework then we’re going to have problems.
This student had been turned into honey. Life was sweet but the student was bitter.
Upon finding out about my unco-operative student, my boss had phoned his friends who were obviously bees. Then they had come and turned the student into honey.
If you don’t do your homework then you’re going to have big problems. I told them again.