That afternoon, a sparrow flew hard into the window glass in Benny’s classroom. THWACK! The children’s heads all turned at once to look, but the sparrow had fallen and lay dying on the concrete sidewalk below. Realizing that it was just a bird and not an active-shooter event, the children did not crawl under their desks or into the cupboards. They were accustomed to death, and this was a minor one.
