It was playtime in the kindergarten classroom. 

There were books 

and toys, 

and cars.

Vroom, vroom!

The children were at play, but you could not tell.

That was until Oscar Owens laid his eyes on Michelle.

Michelle was in Oscar's favorite seat.

This made Oscar mad, so he approached her, stomping his feet.

STOMP!

STOMP!

"Get up; that's my spot!" Oscar wailed.

"No, it's not." Michelle exhaled. 

Oscar's face grew hot...

and his belly in knots. 

Oscar grabbed anything in sight;

pencils, and books, and toys all thrown into flight.

As the objects soared, the class became fearful;

one child was hit, and his eyes were tearful.

"Miss B, Miss B!" the children shouted. "Oscar is behaving badly!"

Miss B looked around the room sadly.