He felt his body tense. He’d bought the plastic cups with his own money and put so much time into planning an experiment he thought the children might find interesting and exciting. It was the last straw.
“Who’s been playing in the cupboard?” he asked sternly after the children had sat down. “Vanja, have you been in my cupboard!”
The little girl sat in her seat, sullen and unresponsive.
“I asked you a question, Vanja. Have you been playing in my cupboard?”
Vanja shook her head.
“Someone has. There’s dirt everywhere. Your experiments are ruined. We put a lot of time and effort into planting our seeds, but someone doesn’t care about that.”
He paused and glared at each student in turn.
“There’ll be no playtime until I find out who’s been playing the cupboard. Now, take out your pads and write the date at the top of the page.”