Timothy stared out of the window at the school janitor. He watched him ride back and forth on the rider mower leaving neat patterns in the lawn. Far in the distance he heard the call of a wild bird. No wait, it was his name. Suddenly Timothy realized that it wasn't a bird it was Mrs. Brown his teacher and she was screaming his name. As he turned toward her desk he knew by the angry expression on her face that he had stopped paying attention again. This would mean a call to his parents. This just proved what Mrs. Brown always said: "lazy, scatterbrained Timothy had struck again.
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