Jack vs. the Tornado by Amanda Cleary Eastep

Author:Amanda Cleary Eastep [Eastep, Amanda Cleary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Moody Publishers
Published: 2021-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

15

DIGGING FOR TREASURE

We whooped and high-fived. And, boy, did we dig.

Mr. Bruno handed out the tools. Ellison, Roger, and I, shovels in hand, dug all around the lump. Ruthie and Midge “excavated” the top layer of grass and dirt using small garden shovels. Midge said that’s what you do when you dig up dinosaur bones or ancient cities so you don’t wreck the artifacts.

The dirt was still pretty heavy from all the rain. We had to heave-ho to toss the shovelfuls clear of the mound. Mr. Bruno kept our energy levels up with hot dogs and Green River soda. Eighteen hot dogs and twelve bottles of pop later, we struck gold.

Not gold, really, but Midge’s little shovel hit what sounded like a frying pan.

We all dropped our shovels and scooped dirt away with our hands. Except for Ruthie, who ran to retrieve her camera from her bag. She documented the discovery as we swept the loose dirt away.

A rusty metal dome about three feet across appeared under our hands.

“An alien spaceship!” Midge jumped up and probably would have run down the street announcing it to the whole neighborhood if I hadn’t yanked her back down and shushed her. “An alien spaceship!” she whisper-screamed.

“This will definitely make the newspaper,” Ruthie said in between the click-clack, click-clack, click-clack of the camera shutter.

“We should call the CIA,” Roger said, his muddy hand on the walkie-talkie clipped to his belt.

I was pretty sure he couldn’t call the government on that thing. And I sure didn’t want him calling his mom. Moms are never much for adventures. I watched Roger to make sure he wasn’t about to call in the troops and wondered what the code was for digging up a major scientific discovery.

“This is for sure a 10-17, maybe even a 10-34.” He sat back in the dirt and swiped an arm across his sweaty forehead.

I guess he noticed my confused expression.

“Sorry, I mean, urgent business,” then lowering his voice, “or trouble.”

Ellison wiped his glasses on his dirty shirt, shoved them back onto his face, and said in his dramatic book voice: “I looked at the dome and terror gripped me … those who have never seen a living Martian can scarcely imagine the strange horror …”9

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