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Chapter 4 A Dumb Balancing Act <br>“Are we gonna play football?” I asked Miss Small. <br>“No,” Miss Small said. <br>“How about basketball?” asked Ryan. <br>“Nope.” <br>“Soccer?” <br>“Not even close.”<br>“Baseball? Hockey? Tennis?” <br>“No. No. No.” <br>“Curling?” I asked. <br>“No.” <br>“I thought you said we were gonna have fun,” Michael complained. <br>“I did,” said Miss Small . <br>“So what are we gonna do?” I asked. <br>Miss Small went to a box near the bleachers and pulled out some giant feathers that were as long as her arms. <br>“We’re going to balance these peacock feathers,” she said. <br>“What!” I asked. <br>“Whoever can balance a feather on their finger the longest is the winner,” Miss Small said. She took a feather and balanced it on her finger. “See, it’s easy!” <br>She gave each of us a feather. I put the feather on my finger. It fell off right away. I put it back on my finger, and it fell off again. I tried moving my finger back and forth like Miss Small did to hold the f...