Jack sat in a small desk. The classroom was full of young students. One of Jack's, a friendly and sociable ten-year-old girl, approached on Jack's right side.
"I want you to have these," she said excitedly. "This one's my old key."
"Oh, thanks," said Jack apprehensively as he accepted a single key attached to a coiled, plastic lanyard.
"And these," she continued, holding up a jangling keyring, "are for my dog. This one is to let him out, this one is covering, you know, for organics?"
"Uh, no..." said Jack.
"If the dog needs protection, to stay organic. Like a barrier," she explained.
"Oh."
"And this one is to let him back in," she said enthusiastically.
"You had to keep a set of these with your teacher?" asked Jack in confusion.
"Of course. And these are also for the dog..." She continued listing the purpose of each key.
"Are you sure you don't want these?" Jack interrupted.
"Yeah, take them." She happily thrust the ring into Jack's hands.
"Thanks," he offered as she walked back to her seat. He looped the single key around the scroll of his violin, knocking it lightly against the wood.
"Shhhh," said the woman who sat across from him. Jack knew that the presentation was about to began. He turned awkwardly around in his seat to face the front corner of the classroom. A very old woman was sitting there, holding a bass viol da gamba.
"Now, everyone!" she said in a loud voice. "This is a viol. How many of you have played a viol before?" Jack timidly raised his hand.
Acknowledging him with a triumphant point, she said, "Garder, yes, thank you!"
