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Class had been handwavily sent e-mail this morning, and there was also a note on the classroom door directing them to meet at the park. When they got there, Hera was carrying a large, sturdy plastic bag. "Communities are places where people live together. Every one of them has some sort of shared space, even if it's just the walkways between apartments. Nobody that I've met ever likes them dirty. So unless you're part dia noga, it's considerate to clean up after yourself. Even if everybody does, though, there's always some things that end up as clutter and junk."
"It's pretty easy to just skip by that stuff and tell yourself it isn't your problem," Kanan noted, leaning back casually against a nearby tree. He'd been eyeing the sky, but it looked as though the rain would hold off at least for another hour or two. "But sooner or later, it'll become somebody's problem. Maybe a kid steps on some broken glass, or somebody's pet eats something they really shouldn't have. It takes all of a second to bend over and pick up a piece of trash. Small gesture that adds up, over time."
"Yesterday there was a party in the park, and I'm sure they did their best, but there's only so much cleaning you can figure out in the dark," Hera said. "So we're going to do our part to help them, and hopefully they'll return the favor if anything of ours ever makes a mess. Because we're a community."
Squirrels probaby didn't have great night vision for tidying trash, anyway.
"We have a box of bags, black for garbage and clear for recyclables," Kanan shared. "Take one, find a partner, and let's do a wander of the park. If we run out of litter there, we can move on and do some cleanup around the rest of town, too. Maybe the beach. Plenty of stuff just washes up there after the tides."
Hera held out a package of latex gloves. "If you find anything too awful, you can wear these to pick it up, though hopefully it won't be too bad. Everybody ready?"
Kanan nodded, and then made a reach for his own bag.
"Go, run, be free. Just pick up some garbage while you do it. When your bag is full or the hour is up, drop it off in the junkyard, and then go enjoy the rest of your," probably about to get rainy, "day."
"It's pretty easy to just skip by that stuff and tell yourself it isn't your problem," Kanan noted, leaning back casually against a nearby tree. He'd been eyeing the sky, but it looked as though the rain would hold off at least for another hour or two. "But sooner or later, it'll become somebody's problem. Maybe a kid steps on some broken glass, or somebody's pet eats something they really shouldn't have. It takes all of a second to bend over and pick up a piece of trash. Small gesture that adds up, over time."
"Yesterday there was a party in the park, and I'm sure they did their best, but there's only so much cleaning you can figure out in the dark," Hera said. "So we're going to do our part to help them, and hopefully they'll return the favor if anything of ours ever makes a mess. Because we're a community."
Squirrels probaby didn't have great night vision for tidying trash, anyway.
"We have a box of bags, black for garbage and clear for recyclables," Kanan shared. "Take one, find a partner, and let's do a wander of the park. If we run out of litter there, we can move on and do some cleanup around the rest of town, too. Maybe the beach. Plenty of stuff just washes up there after the tides."
Hera held out a package of latex gloves. "If you find anything too awful, you can wear these to pick it up, though hopefully it won't be too bad. Everybody ready?"
Kanan nodded, and then made a reach for his own bag.
"Go, run, be free. Just pick up some garbage while you do it. When your bag is full or the hour is up, drop it off in the junkyard, and then go enjoy the rest of your," probably about to get rainy, "day."