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But Franek shook his head. “If we just let it go on the classroom floor, someone will step on it.”

The class gasped. A prisoner for three years? Longer? nowi tropiciele klasa 3

Very gently, Tomek scooped the beetle into the cup. The beetle was dusty and slow. Then, as a class, they walked in a quiet single file to the garden. They found a damp patch of soil under the big oak tree, near a log. But Franek shook his head

Underneath, there was no monster, no treasure chest, and no secret tunnel. Instead, there was a small, dark space in the concrete—and in that space lay a single, smooth, black beetle. It was alive, but trapped. Every time it tried to climb the smooth wall of its little pit, its legs scraped the underside of the tile. Crick. Longer

“Do you think it’s happy?” asked Pola.

“It’s the building settling,” said Franek, who loved construction. “Old schools groan.”

“That’s odd,” said Zosia, the class’s careful note-taker. She pulled out her special Tropiele notebook. “A cracked tile doesn’t just fix itself. But it doesn’t just break more by itself, either.”