Finn sat at the desk, fiddling with the mechanism of his pen, groaning as he did.
"Finn, do you mind?" the teacher stood at the whiteboard asked rhetorically.
The young man sighed, as loudly as he possibly could. His teacher turned around to face him again, "Okay then, Finn. You can do a written test, if you're gonna be like that."
"What? Just for sighing?" the man sniffed, slamming his pen on the table, and raising from his previously slouched position.
"...and the rest." his teacher said bluntly, rummaging in the nearby desk for a question paper. A shuffling sound was heard, as the door opened into the room. Stork slowly walked in, greeting the two, before stopping to wonder, "Umn, what's going on?"
"Oh, I'm, just giving Finn a written test, as he interrupted me-" the teacher turned to face the pupil, "-obviously you can't respect the wishes of your elders, huh, Finn?"
Stork was still puzzled, but then frowned, raising two fingers in front of his face, "But, Finn's two months older than you, Piper.."
Finn sat hunched over his desk, counting his fingers to himself, "March is one, and April is another one...so one..add one is..two...two! Stork was right!"
He threw back his chair, standing straight, "That means I don't need your stupid classes, Piper! I can count, thanks to Stork!" he shouted, running through the door.
Piper's face turned a paler shade, as she ran after him, calling out, "Finn, I was teaching you English, not Maths!"
When both had left the room, Stork sat at Finn's desk, where he saw a note slipped under the pencil. He opened it, reading: 'Thanks for helping me out there, man!' With Finn's signature at the bottom, adorned with a smiley face. Stork crumpled it up, throwing it at the waste basket.
"Oh, the things I do for you, Finn..."
"...Idiot."