The Case of the Wilted Broccoli Read Online Free
Author: William Hertling
Tags: children's detective novel
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Linden had already started his research on the St. Johns Bridge last night. After he read the main article on Wikipedia, he discovered on the Talk page that there was a disagreement over whether the bridge should have an apostrophe in the name. Should it be written St. Johns or St. John's? It turned out the bridge was named after James John, also known as "Old Jimmy Johns" or "Saint Johns." Since Johns was his nickname, the name of the bridge shouldn't have an apostrophe in it. And yet the main article hadn't said anything about who the bridge was named after.
He'd also checked to see what had changed in the last year, figuring that it was an old bridge, so any change would reflect recent news. The main difference was a note that the St. Johns bridge had been used in a TV show filmed in Portland.
Wikipedia had all these cool secrets to uncover.
CHAPTER SIX
I T WAS S ATURDAY morning and Willow worked on the drone with Linden and Elon. Her brothers had gone to the hobby store yesterday with dad, and came home with what seemed like hundreds of parts that were now spread across the project table in the garage.
She'd brought her laptop into the garage, too, and was reading the documentation for ArduPilot, the auto-pilot computer and software that would fly their quadcopter. Even before her brothers finished building the hardware, she could test the software with a simulator. Right now Willow had bits of circuit boards plugged into each other, and she configured the ArduPilot software to explain what type of airplane they were building and which GPS they'd use. The GPS was a radio receiver that listened for satellites and could figure out exactly where in the world it was. They'd use it to let the plane find itself on a map. It was critical to allow the copter to fly itself around.
When the software was configured with the basics, she read instructions on how to set up the camera to take a photo every fifty feet. She daydreamed about having the copter fly back and forth in a pattern, taking photos automatically until she had a picture of every backyard in the neighborhood.
By lunchtime the boys had the frame of the copter assembled and they wanted to put the electronics in place. Willow reluctantly surrendered the circuit boards, and focused instead on connecting the transmitter to the software. The transmitter would let them take a picture or control the grappling hook from the ground, and fly the copter on manual control.
After a glance at the clock on her computer, Willow started to rush. She had to finish up, because Atlanta would be over soon, and they were going to the park to ride bikes. Suddenly the house phone rang, and her mom called Willow to get the phone in the kitchen.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Willow. This is Atlanta's mom. Atlanta can't meet you today. She has another stomachache."
Willow was silent as disappointment filled her, then said weakly, "I hope she feels better. Thank you for letting me know."
She hung up, and remembered that Atlanta hadn't been feeling good yesterday afternoon, right after lunch. Atlanta had eaten hot lunch again, some sort of meat thing, which Willow had passed over in favor of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
On Monday, they'd eaten the same thing, and both of them got sick. Yesterday, Atlanta was hot lunch again and got sick again, but Willow's sandwich seemed fine. Maybe there wasn't a stomach flu going around. Maybe it really was the food. She grew suspicious something was wrong with their school lunches.
"What did you have for lunch this week?" Willow asked the boys on returning to the garage.
"The same thing as always," Linden said. "Spaghetti, bread, and rice."
Linden was a fan of plain white, tan or brown foods and always brought his own lunch except for Brunch for Lunch Day, because pancakes fit within his color palette.
"Did you ever feel sick this week?"
"Nope," Linden said.
"And you,
Linden had already started his research on the St. Johns Bridge last night. After he read the main article on Wikipedia, he discovered on the Talk page that there was a disagreement over whether the bridge should have an apostrophe in the name. Should it be written St. Johns or St. John's? It turned out the bridge was named after James John, also known as "Old Jimmy Johns" or "Saint Johns." Since Johns was his nickname, the name of the bridge shouldn't have an apostrophe in it. And yet the main article hadn't said anything about who the bridge was named after.
He'd also checked to see what had changed in the last year, figuring that it was an old bridge, so any change would reflect recent news. The main difference was a note that the St. Johns bridge had been used in a TV show filmed in Portland.
Wikipedia had all these cool secrets to uncover.
CHAPTER SIX
I T WAS S ATURDAY morning and Willow worked on the drone with Linden and Elon. Her brothers had gone to the hobby store yesterday with dad, and came home with what seemed like hundreds of parts that were now spread across the project table in the garage.
She'd brought her laptop into the garage, too, and was reading the documentation for ArduPilot, the auto-pilot computer and software that would fly their quadcopter. Even before her brothers finished building the hardware, she could test the software with a simulator. Right now Willow had bits of circuit boards plugged into each other, and she configured the ArduPilot software to explain what type of airplane they were building and which GPS they'd use. The GPS was a radio receiver that listened for satellites and could figure out exactly where in the world it was. They'd use it to let the plane find itself on a map. It was critical to allow the copter to fly itself around.
When the software was configured with the basics, she read instructions on how to set up the camera to take a photo every fifty feet. She daydreamed about having the copter fly back and forth in a pattern, taking photos automatically until she had a picture of every backyard in the neighborhood.
By lunchtime the boys had the frame of the copter assembled and they wanted to put the electronics in place. Willow reluctantly surrendered the circuit boards, and focused instead on connecting the transmitter to the software. The transmitter would let them take a picture or control the grappling hook from the ground, and fly the copter on manual control.
After a glance at the clock on her computer, Willow started to rush. She had to finish up, because Atlanta would be over soon, and they were going to the park to ride bikes. Suddenly the house phone rang, and her mom called Willow to get the phone in the kitchen.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Willow. This is Atlanta's mom. Atlanta can't meet you today. She has another stomachache."
Willow was silent as disappointment filled her, then said weakly, "I hope she feels better. Thank you for letting me know."
She hung up, and remembered that Atlanta hadn't been feeling good yesterday afternoon, right after lunch. Atlanta had eaten hot lunch again, some sort of meat thing, which Willow had passed over in favor of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
On Monday, they'd eaten the same thing, and both of them got sick. Yesterday, Atlanta was hot lunch again and got sick again, but Willow's sandwich seemed fine. Maybe there wasn't a stomach flu going around. Maybe it really was the food. She grew suspicious something was wrong with their school lunches.
"What did you have for lunch this week?" Willow asked the boys on returning to the garage.
"The same thing as always," Linden said. "Spaghetti, bread, and rice."
Linden was a fan of plain white, tan or brown foods and always brought his own lunch except for Brunch for Lunch Day, because pancakes fit within his color palette.
"Did you ever feel sick this week?"
"Nope," Linden said.
"And you,
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