Room 12 and the Snail Derby
Room 12 had one class pet, a garden snail named Biscuit. On the last Friday of May, Ms. Alvarez announced a surprise. "We will hold a Snail Derby," she said.
Each team got a paper track with a start line and a finish line, one hand's length apart. The rules were simple. You could not touch the snail's body or blow on it. You could only decide what to put at the finish line.
Tanvir's team put a piece of lettuce at the end. Biscuit just sat in his shell. Another team put a drop of water. Biscuit crept sideways. Everyone groaned.
Lila noticed that Biscuit moved a little when the room got quiet. "Maybe he does not like all our noise," she whispered. She asked her team to sit very still.
She also noticed that the paper track was dry and rough. Snails like damp surfaces. So with Ms. Alvarez's permission, Lila dampened the track with a wet sponge.
Biscuit stretched out his head. Slowly, his body slid forward. The whole class held its breath for almost ten minutes.
When Biscuit touched the lettuce, Room 12 clapped softly, because they did not want to scare him. Lila's team won, and the prize was extra time to feed their small champion.