It is a warm afternoon, and Beetee is hiding from the heat at the bottom of a tree.
He looks at the sun through the trees and traces the veins of the leaves with his eyes. He is a quiet kid, and if Miss Nebula hadn't recommended to move him up a grade because of his inquisitiveness and inability to get along with the younger children, he would have stayed in the caterpillar group.
He doesn't know how to tell time yet, but he glances at the watch around his wrist. He sighs a little sigh; the hands on the watch haven't moved since he got it. He is hungry and hopes that lunch is soon.
He squints at the sun again; his father told him that the sun was in the middle of the sky at noon. As he is puzzling over where the middle of the sky is, his nose begins to twitch. In just a fraction of a second, suddenly a strange goo is hanging from his nose and attaching to his lips.
Before he can decide what to do about this dilemma, or eat this strangely warm substance, he hears a voice. "Hey!"
Quickly he rubs his face into the grass and turns away from the noise.
"Hey!" This time, it is louder. "Your nose was like, like, like a pee pee when you sneezed!"
Beetee stifles a giggle behind his hand (his mother had always told him to say Number One).
"What's your name?" the person asks.
After licking the rest off his lips and inhaling sharply to make sure there isn't anything on his face anymore, Beetee turns towards the other child. "Beetee," he whispers shyly.
"I'm Wiress. Can we be friends?"