Tris had three brothers who loved him dearly . . . and called him ""Pest"". When they talked together about interesting things Tris couldn't understand them. On Tris's abbreviated level things were so dull. And everything above was so... well, fascinating. Never had Tris seen inside his own top bureau drawer. Nor the back of the closet shelf. He couldn't reach the hook on the tool house door, either. But one fine day Tris caught a grasshopper to show to his mother and father. They had never seen one quite like the one Tris caught. So the little boy found being small had its virtues.