Splinter stood in front of his four young students and regarded
them all thoughtfully. "Before I dismiss you for the day, I have
one more exercise that I wish you to complete."
Raphael supressed a groan. Another exercise? he thought. Isn't
class over for the day? His five year old body longed to be doing
something else.
Michaelangelo listened with growing dread as his sensei outlined
the final task for the day. He must be joking. But as Mike
watched his three brothers begin, he knew that Splinter was very
serious indeed.
"Michaelangelo?" Splinter said breaking into his thoughts. "Is
there a problem?"
Mike smiled weakly. "No Master. No problem at all." He had
barely begun when he had to stop. This is going to be even harder
than I thought. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, hoping to avoid
drawing Splinter's attention.
"Well done, Leonardo," Splinter was saying. "You are
dismissed."
Leo bowed to his sensei and left smiling at his brothers on his
way out.
"Suck up," Mike muttered under his breath.
Raphael overheard him and chuckled. Unfortunately Splinter
heard him as well.
"Michaelangelo," he said sternly.
"Sorry, Sensei," Mike said. And then he had an idea to get
through this.
A few moments later Mike heard Splinter dismiss Donatello and
then head his way. "Michaelangelo. You know that I do not
approve of short cuts."
"But Master," Mike protested. "It's not fair."
Splinter turned briefly to Raphael. "Raphael, you are dismissed.
Very nice job." Raph grinned at Michaelangelo and Mike stuck
his tongue out at him. Splinter turned back to him.
"Michaelangelo," Splinter began but Mike interrupted him.
"Sensei, it's not fair," he mumbled. He looked down at the sheet
of paper in front of him with the name Mike spelled neatly ten
times.
"This is not your name," Splinter pointed out.
"But my name is so long Master," Mike said. "Nobody elses
name is so long."
"But the exercise is to spell your name," Splinter reminded him.
"And your name is Michaelangelo." Splinter tapped the paper.
"Spell Michaelangelo." He walked away leaving Mike grumbling
in irritation.
"It's still not fair."
them all thoughtfully. "Before I dismiss you for the day, I have
one more exercise that I wish you to complete."
Raphael supressed a groan. Another exercise? he thought. Isn't
class over for the day? His five year old body longed to be doing
something else.
Michaelangelo listened with growing dread as his sensei outlined
the final task for the day. He must be joking. But as Mike
watched his three brothers begin, he knew that Splinter was very
serious indeed.
"Michaelangelo?" Splinter said breaking into his thoughts. "Is
there a problem?"
Mike smiled weakly. "No Master. No problem at all." He had
barely begun when he had to stop. This is going to be even harder
than I thought. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, hoping to avoid
drawing Splinter's attention.
"Well done, Leonardo," Splinter was saying. "You are
dismissed."
Leo bowed to his sensei and left smiling at his brothers on his
way out.
"Suck up," Mike muttered under his breath.
Raphael overheard him and chuckled. Unfortunately Splinter
heard him as well.
"Michaelangelo," he said sternly.
"Sorry, Sensei," Mike said. And then he had an idea to get
through this.
A few moments later Mike heard Splinter dismiss Donatello and
then head his way. "Michaelangelo. You know that I do not
approve of short cuts."
"But Master," Mike protested. "It's not fair."
Splinter turned briefly to Raphael. "Raphael, you are dismissed.
Very nice job." Raph grinned at Michaelangelo and Mike stuck
his tongue out at him. Splinter turned back to him.
"Michaelangelo," Splinter began but Mike interrupted him.
"Sensei, it's not fair," he mumbled. He looked down at the sheet
of paper in front of him with the name Mike spelled neatly ten
times.
"This is not your name," Splinter pointed out.
"But my name is so long Master," Mike said. "Nobody elses
name is so long."
"But the exercise is to spell your name," Splinter reminded him.
"And your name is Michaelangelo." Splinter tapped the paper.
"Spell Michaelangelo." He walked away leaving Mike grumbling
in irritation.
"It's still not fair."