A wasp landed silently on the windowsill. Nobody in the classroom noticed. Except for Amos. Amos Noticed. That could be the story of his life. “Amos Noticed.” Amos surveyed the room anxiously. If the wasp managed to fly into the room, it was certain that Mr Geddings or one of his pupils would lay down the fly swatter. Amos, however, knew that though the wasp was mean, and was probably out to take a good bite out of some unsuspecting seven-year old, it deserved to be let free.

Amos’ eyes darted to Mr Geddings. He didn’t appear to see anything which happened inside the room. Carefully, Amos slunk to the back of the room, found a cup and coffee filter, and slunk back to his desk next to the window. Carefully, he trapped the wasp beneath the plastic cup, which made a clicking sound on the wooden sill. Mr Geddings finally let his gaze drift over to Amos.

“What do you have there, boy?” Mr Geddings said in a quiet, dangerous voice.

“Nothing.” Amos replied defiantly.

“Yes you do, boy. Show me. Now.”

“No.”