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Finally, Ms. Maj allowed them to investigate. Very carefully, Tomek and Zosia slid the edge of a plastic ruler under the tile and gently pried it up.

Zosia looked at her notebook. She hadn’t solved a math problem or written a sentence. But she had helped a living thing. She wrote: March 15 – Today, the Nowi Tropiele found that not all mysteries have loud answers. Some go crick. And sometimes, the best discovery is a small life you set free. Back in the classroom, Ms. Maj taped a small paper beetle over the now-empty hole. “A monument,” she said, “to a very good investigation.” nowi tropiciele klasa 3

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

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. Zosia looked at her notebook

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.