"Look at my gloves," he stated jubilantly.
Glancing down I noticed his glow-in-the-dark skeleton gloves. "Those are nice," I replied.
"Yeah, I know," he said as he walked to his desk at the front of the class.
Three minutes later the class phone rang...
I answered, "Room 10, how may I assist you?"
The voice on the other end said, "Did any of your students come in with glow-in-the-dark skeleton gloves?"
"Hmmm. Now that you mention it, yes, one of my students does have a rather nice pair of glow-in-the-dark skeleton gloves. Why do you ask?"
"Well", she began, "He took those off of my table. They belong to another child."
"Oh! So this other child would like to have them back?"
"Yes!" was the response.
Upon questioning the student with the rather nice pair of glow-in-the-dark skeleton gloves, he stated that his kind dear mother had given them to him that very morning as an early Christmas gift for his wonderful demeanor and behavior. When told that another child was missing a pair just like them back in his other class, he said, "Huh, well, that's sad, I have to go work on my spelling, now."
...As he turned away I picked up the phone and said, "Just one more thing... what will your mother say when I phone her and ask about the gloves?"
In a rush, the words fell out into the room, "I found them on the floor and I put them on and they fit so nice I thought I could keep them."
Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it. Gilbert K. Chesterson