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Ms. Maj turned the cup over. For a second, the beetle didn’t move. Then its antennae twitched. It tasted the air—real air, with the smell of rain and flowers. And then it scurried under the log and disappeared into the earth.

“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.” nowi tropiciele klasa 3

The class gasped. A prisoner for three years? Longer? ” said Zosia