get your donkey out of here

Today after lunch the children who take the trays from the lunch room/library/music classroom returned to inform me that the Principal had told one of the old people who hang out here, and that they all call Uncle Rudy, to get his �ass� out of here. The second graders were distraught, how could this have happened?

One of my fifth graders deftly pointed out that Uncle Rudy is so old that he rides a donkey to school everyday and the principal gets angry when he brings the filthy thing into the school.

That girl will make an excellent politician someday, if she is not already at the top of her year.