It was years ago that Miss Withers had learned to be silent and invisible. She might have been standing in the doorway of her third grade classroom during a furious spitball battle, or looming up over the shoulder of a hapless youth who preferred a lurid copy of Weird Tales to the more prosaic reading of his Geography, and had got the happy idea of enclosing the former within the covers of the latter. Naturalists call it "the ability to freeze" - and a just-hatched partridge chick can do it perfectly.
(from Murder on Wheels, by Stuart Palmer)
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