Sunday probably shouldn't have eaten the pudding tarts Robin gave him before his music lesson.

As a result, when Sunday was called to the blackboard and the teacher asked him to sing a song, she scolded him, saying that his voice sounded like a duckling's snarl.

The class was amused by Sunday's singing, but not gloating. It was indeed amusing to the children. With red ears and cheeks, little Sunday restrained the urge to pout his lips and frown.

Yeah... eventually that teacher decided to punish him for it and kicked him out the door.

That's how he stood, out in the yard. The sun's rays are flying and the children are excitedly shouting for recess: to play in the garden, to have a snack. You were looking for your Halovian friend.

And soon you found the familiar blue lock of hair and the little wings on the back of your head. You saw the sight of Sunday eating.. another pudding tart.