When the timer beeped, Múinteoir Emer put down her cup of Barry’s Tea and held one finger to her lips. She put her other hand up, which meant that everyone was to be quiet and look at her, which we all did, except for Aoife, who was still talking and waving her arms about like an air traffic controller. Finally, she felt Múinteoir Emer’s GLARE and stopped talking.
So, then Múinteoir Emer said, ‘Well?’ and we all tried to tell her our ideas first, just in case someone else had thought of the same one and we looked like COPYCATS.
Then she shouted, 
‘Remember, hands up!’ and began to pick people out and we all listened to their ideas, which included:
Idea number 1:
Building a chain of bug hotels, 5-star ones with an indoor pool and a golf course, for rich or celebrity bugs. But we discussed it and found a problem.
Problem: How were we going to tell which bugs were celebrities?
Idea number 2:
The whole class would go to Inchydoney beach in wetsuits with canoes, black bags and those long pokey things for picking up rubbish, and clean all the plastic from the Atlantic Ocean. But again, we discussed it and found a problem.
Problem:The very likely probability of the entire class getting swept out into the ocean or drowning.
Idea number 3:
Our suggestion was for the class to conserve water by only having one shower each a month, which a lot of the boys in the class thought was a great idea, but this time Múinteoir Emer found a problem.
Problem: ‘The existing odour of 20-year-old carpet tiles and half-eaten cheese sandwiches stuck behind the radiators are quite enough for me to deal with already, thank you very much.’
The ideas went on, but none of them were any better than ours, in my opinion, and ours wasn’t very good. I thought Múinteoir Emer’s EYEBALLS would fall out from all the rolling they were doing.
Then it was the last group’s turn. Big Bow Rebecca was their spokesperson (she always wears huge hairbows and blocks everyone’s view of the whiteboard). She stood up, cleared her throat, and said, ‘My team think that it would be a great idea to dig up the sports pitch and plant a beautiful wildflower meadow, so the bees can have food and collect pollen and make honey and not become extinct.’
Múinteoir Emer stopped rolling her eyes and looked at Big Bow Rebecca and nodded and smiled and said,
Super! Class, I think we may have found our idea!’
