Mrs. Sprockett scowled. She really had no time for annoying young boys. On the other hand, Faivish seemed really upset
A lively soccer game was taking place in the school playground. Fishel and Faivish were right in the middle. What they lacked in skill, they made up for in enthusiasm.
The game was so exciting that nobody noticed the head of English studies, Mr. Barker, step onto the playground. Mr. Barker wore his usual grim expression. He also wore his usual black bowler hat. He believed it made him look “official.”
Just then, Fishel kicked the soccer ball high in the air. The boys watched in awe. Then the awe changed rapidly to horror. The ball was heading straight for Mr. Barker!
Thwack! It knocked off his bowler hat and sent it flying.
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