The Yellow Box

I live in a little bowl. My bowl is on the shelf by the window. The shelf is in a classroom. A yellow box is on the shelf, next to my bowl.

I see everything from here.

I see Mr. Diaz. He is the teacher.

I see Kai. He sits in the front. He opens his book and he studies. He studies every day.

I see two boys in the back. They talk. Where are their books? In their bags.

I see Nadia. She sits next to me. She does not study. She draws little fish on her paper.

At three o'clock, the students go home. The classroom is quiet.

Then someone comes back. It is Nadia. She takes the yellow box from the shelf. The box is my food.

Nadia does not study. But Nadia feeds me every day. She is my favorite student.