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“Coming!” he said.<br />

§§<br />

“Your father called,” said Billy’s mother. “He’s coming home tomorrow. He’s bringing<br />

you a present.”<br />

“Can I have another sandwich?” asked Billy. He had a lot of ants to kill.<br />

“May you have another sandwich,” said Billy’s mother. “And then it’s nap time.”<br />

Billy hated naps. He lay on his bed, on top of the covers.<br />

He heard a scratching noise outside.<br />

He got up and looked out the window.<br />

§§<br />

There was a big ant, as big as a rat. It was trying to climb up the side of the house<br />

to the window. Its feelers were waving around.<br />

Billy got his bow and arrows out of his toy chest. The arrows had rubber tips. He<br />

pulled them off and sharpened the arrows in his pencil sharpener. It was electric.<br />

Then Billy leaned out the window with his bow. The first arrow bounced off the<br />

ant, but the next two went all the way through and stuck out the other side.<br />

The ant fell on its back, waving its legs in the air. The arrows looked like extra<br />

legs.<br />

Then Billy heard his mother’s footsteps. He jumped back into bed and closed his<br />

eyes.<br />

His mother opened the door. “Are you asleep?” she whispered.<br />

Billy knew better than to answer.<br />

§§<br />

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