Worf takes Alexander to obedience school
ST:TNG A day in the life of Worf
"Come on, let's go for a walk," said Worf,
reaching into a cubboard for something.
"Oh, Father, I hate wearing that thing,"
whined Alexander.
Worf fitted the leash over his young Klingon
child. "A warrior should be proud to wear the
U'lmesh."
"Father, I looked that word up! There is no
such Klingon word!"
Worf winced, but said nothing. He made sure
the collar was secure. But then he noticed
something on the young Klingon's face which made
him angry. "Alexander, have you been playing with
my painstick?"
"No, Father!" said the young lad earnestly,
blushing underneath a small burnt patch on his
cheeck.
"Hmmm," said Worf. They walked out in the
corridor.
Several of Alexander's classmates passed by.
They laughed at him, pointing to his leash.
"Father, I hate wearing this."
"It is necessary," said Worf. "You must
learn not to bite other people."
"But why?" said the young lad.
"It is not good to teeth on other members of
the crew," said Worf. "And there is also the
matter of your stealing."
"What stealing?" said Alexander innocently.
"Four days ago you were left alone for a few
moments in the Captain's ready room-"
"I didn't take his goldfish, honest! I don't
know how they ended up in my pocket," said
Alexander earnestly.
"And his prized Shakespeare volume was found
hacked to pieces on the holodeck," said Worf.
"Captain Picard was so angry that he wanted to use
you to test the transporter right after the rough
ion storm we had last week."
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