The fat and shrill woman holding a stick of chalk paced up and down the front of the classroom. "As some of you may not know--but as a few of you certainly do," she started angrily. "Somebody, this morning, thought it would be funny to key my car." Her eyes rested on Aarron Robinson who was, as usual, sleeping in the back of the room. "Isn't that funny, Mr. Robinson?" She almost spat, but instead settled for screaming, "isn't it?" The entire class turned to look at the slumped figure wearing a yellow hat. Henry was surprised. “Yes. How do you know that?” If only she had paid attention in class!