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asked.
    â€œThrowing each other off cliffs?” Teddy said.
    â€œThere aren’t any cliffs around here,” I said impatiently.
    â€œTrue enough,” Rob said. “But the twins bring up an excellent point. What if we go on a business trip somewhere and they have cliffs there? What if one of us gets upset and pushes another one of us off? What will happen if we don’t have any bylaw to cover it?”
    â€œOkay, okay,” I agreed. “No throwing each other off cliffs. That’s enough bylaws. Let’s move on. We have to give out titles.”
    â€œTitles?” Quincy asked. “What do you mean, titles?”
    â€œYour job,” I explained. “Your position. In a real company, every employee has a title. For starters, I think I should be CEO.”
    â€œI wanna be CEO!” Eddie shouted.
    â€œYou don’t even know what ‘CEO’ means,” I said.
    â€œI don’t care,” Eddie whined. “It must be something good or you wouldn’t want to be it.”
    â€œâ€˜CEO’ stands for chief executive officer,” I said. “The boss.”
    â€œWell, aren’t you the ant’s pants?” 1 Quincy snickered.
    â€œHow come you get to be CEO?” Teddy complained.
    â€œBecause this whole thing was my idea,” I explained calmly. “Rob will be vice president.”
    â€œWhat about me?” Quincy asked.
    Quincy was new to our school, but she was already famous for being really artistic. She could draw just about anything on demand, without even having to trace it.
    â€œQuincy will be the creative director,” I decreed.“And the twins, you will be secretaries.”
    â€œI don’t wanna be a secretary!” Eddie immediately started wailing, as if I had said he would be beaten with a tennis racket.
    â€œSecretaries have to answer the phone,” whimpered Teddy.
    â€œWell, you don’t have to worry about that,” Rob pointed out. “We don’t have a phone.”
    â€œThen we’ll have nothing to do!” Eddie whined. “At least if we had a phone, I could answer it.”
    The rest of us rolled our eyes.
    â€œHow about drones?” Rob suggested. “You two can be the company drones.”
    â€œWhat’s a drone?” Teddy and Eddie asked suspiciously.
    â€œDrones are very important,” Rob told them. “A drone is like a busy bee in a beehive. That means you get to deliver secret messages and stuff. I wish I could be a drone.”
    â€œDelivering secret messages sounds cool,” Eddie said.
    â€œAnd remember,” I added, “we’ll all be on the company board of directors.”
    â€œOkay, put us down for that drone thing,” Eddie agreed. “As long as we are going to be the chief drones.”
    â€œChief drones it is,” I said. “You’ll be drones number one and number two. Every other day you can switch numbers to make it fair.”
    I wasn’t about to tell the Bogle twins that a drone was a male slave to the queen bee in a hive. Sometimes with little kids, the less they know the better.
    Now that titles had been given out, I realized I had assembled the perfect team. I would be the heart, soul, and brains of the operation. We would count on Rob’s genius to come up with the idea that would make us a million dollars. Quincy, with her artistic ability, would help us tell the world about it. And the Bogle twins, well, they’d do the dirty work and other stuff that the rest of us didn’t want to do.
    We were ready to take on the world.
    â€œQuincy!” a voice called out.
    â€œCrikey, it’s my mum,” Quincy complained. “Timefor tucker. I hate to pike out, cobbers. Gotta bail. See you in a divvy. Hoo-roo.” 2
    â€œWait a minute!” I stopped Quincy from climbing down the tree. “Doesn’t she know we’re having a company meeting?”
    â€œHow would she know?” Rob