Philip Sully has a secret. Its weight slows his progress and makes his book bag float in comparison--third grade Science, Math, and Spelling books within--as he pulls the pavement with each labored step between his front door and his locker.
The principal is on the stoop when Philip summits the stairs, and while he knows Philip to be one of the Good Kids, his sensors catch something, but he'll let the boy pass on precedent.
The secret has swollen and tickles Philip's insides as though it's laughing from his chest down to his groin. After four toe-tapping minutes of eternity, Roger Clempton-Sullivan, Philip's front-desk neighbor in every class and thereby best friend, arrives.
As if fenced by rotten boards, the secret snaps through finally and fully, a stampeding herd no man could wrangle alone.