More tales from my little bean-driven empire…

To make sure that all of my students, including the super responsible and self-controlled, have to suffer the injustice of my reckless taxation, I have instituted what I call “Random Taxes.” These vary from day to day, and might be for having a birthday in an odd month, bringing a hoodie to school, or having black shoelaces.

Today I decided to try an example from the real world, and I charged a “prosperity tax” of two beans (unheard of in Bean-land!) to everyone who had ten or more beans. All of my little hoarders howled in protest, and one savvy student piped up, “Aren’t you just punishing us for following all of the rules and having lots of beans?”

I shrugged, enjoying my power, and explained, “Yes, but you have lots of beans, so that means you can pay me more.”

Student (eyeing my cookie-jar federal reserve): “But look at how many beans you have! I have twelve beans, and you have hundreds!”

Me: “Yes, but I need your beans so that I can make lots of bean soup. That way I can eat it and not be hungry, and I will still have the energy to do the hard work of being your teacher.”

Student: “Fine. But now I don’t care that much about following the rules if you’re just going to take my beans anyway.”

He ponied up the two beans, of course (I haven’t taught them yet about civil disobedience), but I think that a young conservative has just been born.