"Mr. Finch," Mrs. Darwin asked. "Can you give me an example of an adaptation?"
Alex looked up.
"Camouflage, Miss," Alex said. "Hiding in plain sight. Looking like something you are not to deceive the predator."
"Excellent," Mrs. Darwin beamed. "The art of deception."
Mark sat next to Alex. He was wearing a hat made of leaves and twigs.
"I AM A BUSH!" Mark whispered loudly. "NOBODY CAN SEE ME! I AM INVISIBLE TO PREDATORS!"
"Mark," Alex whispered. "You are sitting in a classroom. We can all see you."
"That is what you think!" Mark argued. "I am blending in with the potted plant in the corner! I am nature!"
"You are a fire hazard," Alex sighed.
The bell rang.
Alex packed his bag.
Adaptation. Camouflage. Deception.
He would need all of them.
Tonight was the FA Cup Final. Arsenal vs Chelsea. Wembley Stadium.
Chelsea had a new manager. A tactical chameleon. He changed his formation every game. Nobody knew what to expect.
Alex walked out to the car park.
Milo was waiting.
