OUR FIFTH-GRADE SOCCER team won the finals, thanks to our Unipod goalie, Blue. Even though he’s four feet tall and breathes by standing in a pail of liquid, Blue uses his six long arms to defend the goal.
During the game, Blue toppled out of his bucket with a thud, like a shoe caught in wet cement. His human attendant scrambled over, propped him up, and refilled his bucket.
Even Blue’s dad came to watch us win. Afterward, he turned to Coach, and, using sign language, invited the team to a celebration at the starship on Saturday night. When Coach tapped his wrists overhead—the Unipod sign for OK—I knew it meant trouble.
That night at dinner, I talked to my dad about it. “He’s a great goalie,” I said, “but…
