Amanda Teacher: So can something you own own something? If I own this book, what does the book own?
Dead Meat, mumbles.
Amanda Teacher: What? I didn’t hear that.
Dead Meat, shakes his head, finally, after I’ve assured him he’s not going to get in trouble: The book owns the pages.
Amanda Teacher: But I can tear the page out.
Dead Meat: The pages still own the words.
Amanda Teacher: And the words?
Dead Meat’s classmates are grinning, whispering answers, and egging him on.
Dead Meat, after a pause: The letters.
Amanda Teacher: And the letters?
Dead Meat: The lines!
Sub-Atomic, beating me to the punch: What about the lines?
Dead Meat: … The ink!
The class cheers and looks at me as if to say, “Ha! What now, Ms?”
Amanda Teacher, slowly: But who owned the ink before it was on the page?
Dead Meat, jaw drops: That’s not fair.
Student Aide: Wow, this is like philosophy.
Quiet Student Who’s Suddenly Been on the Ball Lately: Can we do more of this?
Sure, kids, we can do more of this.