Angela

Angela, who was a mouse, raised her hand.

Teacher did not notice for some time. The other students were human people. Human people who did not know the answer.

“Ahem,” said Angela. She scuttled closer to the front, stopping in between Mark and Isabelle’s desks. She put up her paw a little higher. Mark looked down, and then to Isabelle, who was busy writing a Cool S on her lined notebook. “Ahem,” piped Angela again.

Teacher, sighing, conceded, “Yes, Angela?”

“Seventy-three!” said the mouse.

“Seventy-three is not the answer.”

Angela put her paw down and sank to the floor, embarrassed, again.