Disclaimer: As always, all belongs to Mr. Lucas.
Author's Note: This is pre-TPM, just a cute little story, there's Yoda, the other characters are made up, well, tell me how you like it, should I write more? ...
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
It was the glory days of the Republic, and the rising summer sun shown on the Jedi Temple. Master Yoda was walking around the grounds, watching all the students. He would greet his fellow masters, and offer advice to students.
He loved the younglings. When the old master stopped at an open room, he saw a group sitting on the floor, trying to meditate.
A little boy closest to the door peeked at him. He had light sandy brown hair and soft blue eyes. Grinning, he jumped up and ran over to Yoda. He was only a just a little bit taller than Yoda.
"Master, I can do a summer-salt! Master Kai taught me!" the little Jedi boy pronounced each word as clearly as he could.
"Show me." Yoda said to him.
Yoda watched as the youngling promptly squatted down then rolled forwards, nearly colliding with another student who had come over to watch. Finished, he stood up tall. His blue eyes glittered at his victory.
Master Yoda nodded his approval, "Good."
"Thank you, master!" the boy said, and then ran over to talk excitedly with his friends, who had by now all stopped meditating.
After greeting the master whose lesson he had just thoroughly disrupted, Yoda continued on his walk, leaning on his little walking stick.