Mentor: "Gather around kids, it's story time!"
Students: "...*slowly shuffle into room and sit on carpet squres*"
The mentor began reading.
"
Thunderhawk heard a boom, and he knew it was to late. Soon he was flying through the streets, being propelled by a cheap cotton t-shirt. 'I've been hit...' he moaned, crashing into a tree. The impact of him hitting the tree shook down leaves, squirrels, and acorns. A squirrel fell on him, claws landing squarely on his eye, and he shrieked in pain 
. 'WHY DIDN'T I WEAR MY SAFETY GLASSES????' he cried, slumping over, eyes rolling back into his head. 'Goodbye, world...stay safe' he warned. Ever since the Thunderhawk incident, safety glasses have been mandatory for everyone in the pits and on the field, and at events involving moving parts, such as parades. You can thank him for your eyesight."
Mentor: "So, what's the moral of this story?"
Kid: "You're not allowed to tell stories any more; that's the moral. C'mon guys, let's go do something fun...you know, we kind of have a robot to build."
Thirty minutes later, the mentor entered the shop. Sure enough, every single kid was wearing their safety glasses. A student came up to him, looking perplexed.
Student: "So, where are YOUR safety glasses?"
[npoe]I think this is the only serious entry I've actually done this year.
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