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The trouble started on a Tuesday. Mr. Abernathy, the art teacher, rolled out a long sheet of butcher paper for a mural titled “Our Perfect Playground.” Each child was assigned a small section to paint.

Then, she returned to her corner. Leo had moved on to painting a gray crater. Laney didn’t argue. She didn’t cry. She simply began to add . A Little Agency Laney

Laney put down her green brush. She walked to the back of the room where the “found objects” bin lived: bottle caps, twigs, old buttons, and short lengths of ribbon. She selected three things: a bright red button, a long yellow feather, and a silver paperclip she bent into a hook. The trouble started on a Tuesday