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Authors: William Hertling

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The Case of the Wilted Broccoli

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Contents

Dedication

Praise

Other Books

Copyright

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Thanks

Acknowledgements

About the Author

For Gifford, Luc, and Rowan.

Praise for
The Case of the Wilted Broccoli

"I liked the book a lot! Out of all of the books I have read this is the best one!" --
Luka
(Age 8)

"I really like this story." --
Jeremy
( Age 10)

"The kids loooooooove it." --
Katrina
, mom of Daphne (Age 8) and Zucca (Age 6)
 

Praise for William Hertling's science-fiction novels for teens and adults

"Chilling and compelling" --
Wired

"Awesome near-term science fiction." --
Brad Feld
, Foundry Group managing director

"An insightful and adrenaline-inducing tale of what humanity could become and the machines we could spawn." --
Ben Huh
, CEO of Cheezburger

"A tantalizing study of the future of technology: both inviting and alarming." --
Harper Reed
, former CTO of Obama for America

Children's Books by Will Hertling

The Case of the Wilted Broccoli

Novels for teens and adults by William Hertling

Avogadro Corp: The Singularity is Closer than it Appears

A.I. Apocalypse

The Last Firewall

For more information, visit
http://www.williamhertling.com

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental.
 

Copyright © 2014 by William Hertling

Smashwords Edition

Keywords: mystery, detective, food supply, middle grade, drones, quadcopter, elementary school, spy planes, investigation, children's mystery, children's investigation, school cafeteria, science fair project, amateur sleuth, spy camera

CHAPTER ONE

T
HE
WEIRDNESS
STARTED
at lunch on Monday, but Willow didn't discover that until a few weeks later. Willow was in the fifth grade at Mt. Hood Elementary School in Portland, Oregon. She had two brothers, Elon and Linden, fraternal twins that looked different from each other. They were all named for trees, because that's the sort of thing people did in Portland.
 

Willow said
sayōnara
to her Japanese teacher, Akiyama Sensei. After lunch she'd go to English. In her school, half the day was taught in Japanese and half in English.

She got to the cafeteria and sought out her best friend, Atlanta, who waited by the hot lunch line. Basil joined them too, getting in line behind Willow, receiving and ignoring a dirty look from the kids he cut.

"Hey," he said.

Boys were so eloquent.
 

"Hay is for horses, Basil. Good afternoon to you," Willow said, with a slight smirk, looking down at Basil. The second tallest student in the school, she looked down at nearly everyone.

The three had been friends since their first-grade class together. Basil's name, pronounced BAH-zell, had been the subject of many food jokes when they were younger.

Atlanta and Willow chose teriyaki beef and broccoli, and Basil slid a peanut butter and jelly sandwich onto his tray, the same thing he picked every day.

Bringing their lunch to a table, they planned their science-fair projects as they ate, trying to ignore a group of unruly fourth graders at the next table. A straw rose up from the crowd and Willow yelled "Dang it!" and ducked.
 

A spitball flew harmlessly over her head, landing in Basil's plate. He glared at the fourth graders, then sighed and hunkered down low with the girls.

"I want to do a hair-braiding project for the science fair," Atlanta said, "and make ropes strong enough to hold someone."

"Wicked," Basil said. "With a long enough rope, like twelve feet or so, you could make a swing people could use! That'd be the most popular project."
 

"Yeah, cool," Willow said. "But, where would you get enough hair? I mean, my braid probably is strong enough to hold a person, but it's not even a foot long."

"Other kids would give us their hair," Atlanta said, "and after the science fair, we'll donate what we collect to make wigs for people who don't have any."

"Brilliant! They have an organization that collects hair for people with cancer," Basil said. "Can I help?"

"Sure," Atlanta said.

Willow doubted the feasibility of their plan to donate the hair. Even if kids contributed their hair, and Basil and Atlanta successfully made a giant braid, how would they separate the mixed hair back into the right sets for donation? She couldn't imagine people wanting wigs with a mix of hair colors. But one glance at Basil's and Atlanta's faces was enough to see they were excited. They'd get bummed if she brought up all the reasons it wouldn't work, so she smiled and kept quiet.

"Awesome," Basil said. "I'll set up a stand by the main entrance with scissors and cut kids hair when they come to school." He turned to Willow. "Can I have yours?"

"What? No way!" She took a quick glance at her brown braid. It'd taken years to grow out to this length. She glanced at Atlanta, whose short blonde hair would be of no help.

"You're in too, right?" Basil asked.

"Nah, I'm doing a project with Elon and Linden," Willow said.

"Your brothers?" they cried out in unison.

"Yeah, Elon wants to build an autonomous drone." Though Willow loved her brothers, it could sometimes be challenging for all three of them to get along. Elon had convinced them the drone would be the best science fair project ever, but the only way they'd get it done was to work together. And Willow wanted to win.

"A what?" Basil asked.

"An autonomous drone. An airplane that flies itself and takes pictures to send to your phone or computer."

Basil glanced back and forth between Willow and Atlanta, obviously thinking that a self-flying plane sounded way cooler than hair braiding and trying to figure out how to renege on his participation with Atlanta.

Atlanta saw this and stared hard at Basil, challenging him to go back on his word.

His shoulders slumped a little and he managed a weak smile. "Let me know if you need any help. Maybe I can find some time."

"When you're not braiding hair," Atlanta reminded him.

"Yeah, then." Basil went back to his sandwich.

Poor Basil. The drone might become the coolest science fair project ever done at Mt. Hood Elementary.
 

After lunch, they studied reptiles in Mrs. Dozen's class during the English portion of their day. Their teacher had brought in her pet snake for the month, a not-too-surprising occurrence. So far this year she'd produced a parrot (disruptive to class), a rabbit (surprisingly smelly), a chicken (pooped everywhere), a turtle (tripping hazard), and a ferret (it bit). Willow tried to imagine Mrs. Dozen's house, but what came to mind was the Oregon Zoo. How could all these animals coexist in someone's house?

They'd been waiting all week to feed the snake, a six-foot-long Brazilian rainbow boa constrictor. Today Mrs. Dozen had a mouse squeaking in a box on her desk, and the class tried to concentrate on her lecture, but the snake smell had the mouse shrieking in dire fear.

Willow's stomach turned flips, but not because of the snake. Even though the idea of the snake eating a mouse grossed out a few of her classmates, Willow was interested in watching. She couldn't imagine how a whole mouse would fit into such a slender body. No, her stomach hurt for some other reason and the feeling kept getting worse.

 
"Ready, class?" Mrs. Dozen called out. "Assemble quietly around Mr. E. Shorter people in front please."

Everyone rushed for the cage, and Basil hurdled a table to get near the front.

"Class," Mrs. Dozen said in a voice that somehow was and wasn't a yell at the same time.
 

They all froze.

"If we rush towards Mr. E, he'll get scared and won't eat. Please walk like a ninja."

The students resumed, tiptoeing, Basil still in front, somehow. A few kids hung back, and Natalie had her eyes covered.

Mrs. Dozen reached in and extracted the mouse. Willow wrapped her arms around her now-grumbling stomach, a slight sweat breaking out on her forehead.
 

Mrs. Dozen held the squeaking and wriggling cute little guy firmly in one hand. There were a few "oohs" and "aahs" near the front, and a solitary "oh, gross."

"Um, Mrs. Dozen, can I use the restroom?" Atlanta said, one hand up.

"Right now?" Mrs. Dozen said, the mouse dangling over the cage.

"Yes, it's an emergency."

Mrs. Dozen sighed. "Fine, go ahead, but I'm not waiting."

"Thank you," Atlanta said, and rushed for the door.

Everyone tightly packed into three concentric rings with Mrs. Dozen, the mouse, and the snake at the epicenter.

The class collectively held their breath as Mrs. Dozen brought the mouse closer to the cage.

Willow's stomach rumbled again, and she thought she might need to fart. Or maybe poop. Or maybe throw up. The sweat came a little faster on her forehead.
 

"Mrs. Dozen," Willow said, holding one hand up as she held her stomach with the other. "I really need to go to the bathroom, too."
 

"No way, Jose," she said. "You and Atlanta can't go at the same time."

It's true, Mrs. Dozen made this rule halfway through the year, when Atlanta and Willow took a little bit too long of a trip. Maybe forty minutes too long, an escapade eventually requiring the vice principal, custodian, and gym teacher to track them down.

"I, uh, really need to go."

"Not till Atlanta comes back," she said, never taking her eyes off the cage.

Everyone pushed in a little more as Mrs. Dozen slowly let the mouse down. The little rodent ran around the circumference of the rectangular tank two or three times, whiskers going crazy, then froze when it saw the snake. It dashed frantically for a hiding spot, trying but failing to scurry under a rock.

Mr. E, dormant in one corner until now, stuck out his tongue, which flickered in a blur. His head raised as his body uncoiled and he slowly turned in the direction of the mouse.
 

Tightly packed in, Willow found herself in the midst of three rows of her classmates, Basil in front to her right, and at least nine kids surrounding her. Her stomach surged once more. OMG, she was going to throw up. She needed to get out, permission or not. She tried to push her way out of the crowd, but everyone crammed in, trying to see better.
 

She opened her mouth to scream that she needed to get out immediately, but instead of words, what came out was a stream of yellow vomit. As she realized what was happening, she struggled harder to push her way out. But she kept throwing up as she turned around, chunks of teriyaki beef and broccoli flying out. Everyone else screamed and scattered to get away as she finally broke free and stumbled toward the wastebasket.
 

Leaning over the garbage pail, her stomach heaved, and for a moment she couldn't think of anything, though she heard a hubbub behind her. The cramping gradually subsided, and she glanced back to the sight of the whole class staring at her.
 

Well, everyone except for the half-dozen who were freaking out. In the tight-packed crowd, she'd somehow managed to hit Nicolas (in front of her), Basil (front-right), Alice (right), Caden (behind-right), and Emma (behind), before finally breaking free. Still other kids stood in a yellowish puddle, lifting first one foot, and then the other, unsure of what to do. Nancy picked a piece of broccoli off her shirt.

She weakly pointed toward the cage. "Look!" But it was too late. Mr. E had swallowed the mouse and no one saw it, because they were all watching her.
 

She wanted to disappear from planet Earth.

CHAPTER TWO

L
INDEN
AND
B
OBBY
snuck up behind Elon and Kazuki, who were playing wall ball. Linden mimed pulling out his lightsaber as Bobby did the same, and they attacked in unison from behind, Linden slashing sideways as he made the saber-cutting noise.
 

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