Detective Camp by Ron Roy

Author:Ron Roy [Roy, Ron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780307494818
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2006-05-09T07:00:00+00:00

“What’re you doing here?” Dink asked.

The goat playfully butted his head against Dink’s leg.

“Sorry, no cookies,” Dink said, giving the goat’s head a rub.

Remote turned away and trotted toward one side of the barn. Dink followed him. They came to a small chicken coop enclosed by a wire fence. Dink could hear low clucking sounds, and he could definitely smell chicken manure!

Next to the henhouse stood a large doghouse with straw spilling out the door. Remote stepped inside and gracefully lay down with all four hooves tucked beneath his body.

“Okay, you go back to sleep,” Dink said. “We don’t eat till eight o’clock.”

Just then Dink heard someone approaching on the gravel driveway. He walked around the barn and saw Mario stepping down from a black truck.

Dink stood still, feeling as if he’d been caught doing something wrong.

Mario walked toward the kitchen door, yawning. He saw Dink and stopped. “Early bird, eh?” he said.

“Ronald woke me up,” Dink said. “I decided to look around.”

“Want to help?” Mario asked. “Can you gather some eggs? There’s a basket inside the coop.”

“Sure,” Dink said. “Um, do chickens bite?”

Mario laughed. “They might peck, but only if they’re scared. Talk to them gently so they know you’re not an enemy. If they’re on a nest, just move your hand under them slowly and get the eggs.”

Dink opened the coop door. He saw about a dozen chickens, all on nests built along one wall. He found the basket hanging on a nail by the door.

The chickens all stared at Dink as he approached their roosting places. “Good morning, you guys,” Dink said in what he hoped was a soothing voice. “Got eggs?”

He reached out one hand slowly and slid it beneath a plump white hen. She cocked her head at him but didn’t seem to mind his hand. Dink’s fingers found two warm eggs.

Grinning, he set them in the basket and moved to the next nest. Five minutes later, he walked into the kitchen with sixteen eggs.

“Ah, enough for pancakes,” Mario said. “You feel like being my assistant? Grab that apron off the hook.”

“Awesome!” Dink said, tying a large white apron around his waist. It reached to the tops of his sneakers.

They worked together for a while, then Mario thanked Dink and sent him back to Moose Cabin.

“I appreciate your help,” the cook said. “You’ll make a great chef someday!”

Dink smiled and headed back toward the cabins. The sun was glinting through the trees now, turning the dewy lawn into a blanket of tiny diamonds.

The guys in Moose Cabin were tumbling out of bed, searching for something to wear. Dink grabbed his toothbrush and headed for the washhouse.

Josh was already there, and Dink told him what he’d been doing.

“You got to make pancakes?” Josh said with toothpaste foam on his lips. “And you let me sleep?”

“All I did was crack eggs and throw stuff in a big bowl,” Dink said. Then he grinned. “Mario did say he thought that I’d make an excellent chef!”

Josh shook his head. “I’ll bet there’ll be eggshells in all the pancakes,” he said.

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