"We won't take this any more!", the students shouted angrily. This is the umpteenth time they've seen their Saturday meal for lunch -- beans -- riddled with weevils. The other meals were not that good, but they were better prepared than the beans.
They decided therefore to protest with a riot. (Youthful exuberance at work).
Within minutes the dinning hall was in a mess. The walls had beans smeared on them, tables were overturned and chairs scattered. "Warrior" songs being chanted as they stormed out of the hall and marched to their dormitories.
The house master on duty could do nothing to make them listen to his plea for cool heads to prevail.
Without warning, the students started hurling stones, and breaking the windows and doors of the dormitories. The classrooms met the same fate.
Later, after calm had been restored, these SAME students had no choice but to clean the mess they had created. Silly beings.
'sia.
Alas, when night approached, they were at the mercy of the cold wind -- no windows or doors to protect them and give them warmth.
If only they had stopped short in their anger before rioting.
