All these questions troubled Po.
‘Why did I accept to go?’
Is it really necessary?
What if all is ordinary?
But his thoughts got interrupted:
‘Welcome! Please come in, beloved.
Take this bed and take this food.
You’re now in my brotherhood.’
‘Thank you Duke..’, said Po with sorrow.
I am nervous for tomorrow.
‘I can see that, but no worries!
We can’t wait to hear your stories!’
‘We are 42 fresh students
Gathered like a pack of noodles
Ready to absorb the knowledge
When thrown in a bowl of porridge.’
The next day he went to teach,
And prepared a friendly speech,
“I am Po and I like colors,
But I’m here to teach you numbers.’