"You missed again!" shouted Gail after nine-year-old Garon tried to make a basket. "Garon, what has happened to your game? You are missing all your free throws."
Garon shrugged. He put his head down. "I dunno. Let's go inside. I'm tired of playing basketball," he said.
The twins went inside. Gail made them both a cup of hot chocolate. "It's okay, Garon. It's getting late anyway. Mom and Dad will be home soon. Let's get the table set for supper."
The two children washed their hands and began setting the table. When their parents arrived home, the children chattered away about school and plans for the weekend. Mrs. Godfrey asked to see their homework. Gail quickly produced her spelling papers. All were perfect scores.
Garon was stalling. He did not want to show his papers to his parents. He used to get perfect scores. Now he was missing three or four spelling words each week. His mother held out her hand. Garon knew she wanted to see his spelling paper.
"Garon, you got 70% on your spelling this week, again. Last year you were getting 100% each week. What is going on?" she asked.
"Let me see," said Garon's dad. "Hmm, it looks like you have some letters left out. Your handwriting is not as neat as it used to be either, Garon. Perhaps we should get your eyes checked. Garon, could you please read something for me from one of your school books?"
Garon picked up one of his library books. He began reading, "My daddy loved growin' apples, and when he got ready to pull up roots and leave Iowa for Oregon-"