snapped Miss Mellor. Everyone in the class froze and widened their eyes. Then they looked around for the culprit. The room was silent. “That scrapey, scratchy noise! It’s really irritating,” went on Miss Mellor. She put down her spelling test grading, stood up, and folded her arms. “Don’t know, ma’am,” muttered a few innocent pupils. Josh nudged Danny, but his brother just shrugged. “Well, whoever it was, stop it at once,” commanded Miss Mellor. She sat down again, heavily. She picked up her red pen. She sent a warning glare around the classroom. A few minutes passed as the class got on with “quiet reading.” Then the noise began again. Scratch, scrape. Scratch, scrape. Scratch, scrape. Josh nudged Danny again. But his brother was engrossed in his book. He was quite unaware that he was moving his legs up and down against each other. The seams of his new school pants and the Velcro tabs on his school shoes kept scraping and scratching. “Teacher! It’s him! It’s Danny,”
