Lessons, Planners

The grim gates stood open, the inmates bemused. Juvie Hall did not free its prisoners lightly, not under the Warden.

Nearby, the other grim gates stood likewise open, the cringing pupils within seated in orderly rows, not daring even to whisper their fears. Where was Teacher?

In a fortress of cardboard and scrounged tires, the Warden and the Teacher sat, their knees up around their ears. "No, no, you can't put the lava moat there," said Teacher. "It'll melt the icicle spikes."

"What about by the guard dragon?" the Warden suggested.

Teacher considered, then grinned. "It'll be the best fort ever."