Once upn a tie there was a b naed Bb. He was 6 ears ld and in the first grade. He had blac hair and was ver naught. His teacher was Mr. Bigg. He was a ver big an. He was a gd teacher but Bb was alwas running, running, running and uping, uping, uping in the classr.
Mr. Bigg said,” Bb, dn’t d that. That’s baaaad! Please stp!”
Bb pulled light dwn, lie a ne, and he threw chal at Mr. Bigg’s head, and Mr. Bigg was ver angr.
Then Mr. Bigg elled,” u need t respect the teacher! If u dn’t, I’ll call u !”
Bb ran quicl ut f schl. Then he ran lie a rabbit t his . Bigg was ver, ver angr. He tld the principal Bb ade his classr ess because Bb pulled the light dwn. The classr was dar lie iddle night.
Bb rde a car with his and ’s parents went t the classr. It was a ess. The saw papers, dess, chairs and bren lights everwhere.
Bb’s M said,” Bb, u need t be respnsible here and clean here!”
Bb felt ver, ver sad, s he said, ”I will clean the classr and sa I a srr.”Bb cleaned up the classr and he said srr t Mr. Bigg.
The ral f the str was that Bb learned everne shuld listen t the teacher. Listening t the teacher is gd and that’s respecting the teacher.
