know Ivy would lose that one for sure. And I would WIN.
“Maddie, we need you over here,” Lindsay said. They were working out the choreographed steps for the backup singer.
Just as Madison learned her steps, Mrs. Wing approached with a stack of blue flyers. It was three o’clock: time for the scavenger hunt. The blue sheet had a neatly typed list along with instructions.
“Can’t we practice just a little bit longer?” Aimee groaned. “Please?”
“There will be more time after the hunt,” Mrs. Wing explained. “For now, you have to find the items listed on this sheet. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
“Let me see,” Fiona said, grabbing the paper. “Wow, how are we supposed to find all of these objects in so little time?” she asked.
Madison glanced down at the blue sheet.
Jasper Woods Scavenger Hunt
Find these items before dinner tonight. Bring your loot to the main lodge when you are done. Prizes will be awarded. Good luck!
Blade of grass longer than index finger (for each member of hunt group)
Acorn cap
Fungi
White rock
Feather
Something with a pleasant smell
Something with a bad smell
Something edible (for each member of hunt group)
Moth or butterfly (observed)
Three flat stones
Pinecone
Gum wrapper or other small litter
Mrs. Goode’s signature
“What is that last item?” Aimee demanded. “Her signature ?”
“Thirteen things?” Madison cried. “That is so unlucky.”
“I don’t think it’s so bad,” Fiona said. “We can find all this stuff.”
As Madison and her BFFs were standing there, it seemed like the entire seventh grade swooped into Jasper Woods. The scavenger hunt had begun, and kids were taking it very seriously. Very , very seriously.
“What are you sitting here for?” Chet screeched as he ran past with the rest of the guys. “The contest has started!”
Chet, Hart, Egg, Drew, and Dan dashed in the direction of the Tower as if they’d been shot out of a cannon.
“Hurry up, Finnster!” Hart said.
“Yeah! Move it!” Egg barked, stepping backward so he could make faces at everyone—and see their reactions.
The girls stood there gaping. Madison was surprised to hear Hart calling her nickname.
“Wait a minute. What’s the prize?” Lindsay asked.
“A million dollars!” Aimee joked. “You’d think it was the way those guys are running. Whoa.”
“I think we get a medal,” Fiona said. “I saw Mr. Danehy and Coach Hammond unloading them at the main lodge. They’re really ugly, too. They look like that chocolate candy that looks like coins, only on this rope thing….”
“Should we go follow them?” Madison suggested, clutching the list in her raised fist. “We’re the last ones to start, in case you didn’t notice.”
“Hey!” Aimee said. “Now look who’s boss lady.”
Madison laughed. They gathered the things left on the grass during their short practice. Madison stuffed her notebook into her orange bag and jogged after the boys.
“I think we’re lost,” Aimee said. “Didn’t we walk on this path already?”
Another group of excited seventh graders passed by them. One boy, Wayne, yelled out, “How many items do you have?”
“Nine,” Lindsay answered.
“We have twelve and now we’re going to get Mrs. Goode’s signature,” Wayne said.
“Let’s just get the rest of the items and keep going,” Madison said, glancing at her friends. They all looked defeated already.
Fiona was in charge of the list. “Well, we need Mrs. Goode’s signature, as we all know, and something smelly, and a feather, and fungi.”
“Fun guy?” Lindsay joked. “Like Egg?”
Aimee and Madison cracked up.
“Yeah, funny joke, Lindsay,” Fiona said, smirking. “Fungi is a mushroom. Not an egg. Ha, ha.”
“Here!” Aimee said, bending over. In her hand was a soft brown feather.
Madison took it from her and ran her finger along its edge. The plumes came apart a little. She shoved it into her orange bag, which served as the container for all
“Maddie, we need you over here,” Lindsay said. They were working out the choreographed steps for the backup singer.
Just as Madison learned her steps, Mrs. Wing approached with a stack of blue flyers. It was three o’clock: time for the scavenger hunt. The blue sheet had a neatly typed list along with instructions.
“Can’t we practice just a little bit longer?” Aimee groaned. “Please?”
“There will be more time after the hunt,” Mrs. Wing explained. “For now, you have to find the items listed on this sheet. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
“Let me see,” Fiona said, grabbing the paper. “Wow, how are we supposed to find all of these objects in so little time?” she asked.
Madison glanced down at the blue sheet.
Jasper Woods Scavenger Hunt
Find these items before dinner tonight. Bring your loot to the main lodge when you are done. Prizes will be awarded. Good luck!
Blade of grass longer than index finger (for each member of hunt group)
Acorn cap
Fungi
White rock
Feather
Something with a pleasant smell
Something with a bad smell
Something edible (for each member of hunt group)
Moth or butterfly (observed)
Three flat stones
Pinecone
Gum wrapper or other small litter
Mrs. Goode’s signature
“What is that last item?” Aimee demanded. “Her signature ?”
“Thirteen things?” Madison cried. “That is so unlucky.”
“I don’t think it’s so bad,” Fiona said. “We can find all this stuff.”
As Madison and her BFFs were standing there, it seemed like the entire seventh grade swooped into Jasper Woods. The scavenger hunt had begun, and kids were taking it very seriously. Very , very seriously.
“What are you sitting here for?” Chet screeched as he ran past with the rest of the guys. “The contest has started!”
Chet, Hart, Egg, Drew, and Dan dashed in the direction of the Tower as if they’d been shot out of a cannon.
“Hurry up, Finnster!” Hart said.
“Yeah! Move it!” Egg barked, stepping backward so he could make faces at everyone—and see their reactions.
The girls stood there gaping. Madison was surprised to hear Hart calling her nickname.
“Wait a minute. What’s the prize?” Lindsay asked.
“A million dollars!” Aimee joked. “You’d think it was the way those guys are running. Whoa.”
“I think we get a medal,” Fiona said. “I saw Mr. Danehy and Coach Hammond unloading them at the main lodge. They’re really ugly, too. They look like that chocolate candy that looks like coins, only on this rope thing….”
“Should we go follow them?” Madison suggested, clutching the list in her raised fist. “We’re the last ones to start, in case you didn’t notice.”
“Hey!” Aimee said. “Now look who’s boss lady.”
Madison laughed. They gathered the things left on the grass during their short practice. Madison stuffed her notebook into her orange bag and jogged after the boys.
“I think we’re lost,” Aimee said. “Didn’t we walk on this path already?”
Another group of excited seventh graders passed by them. One boy, Wayne, yelled out, “How many items do you have?”
“Nine,” Lindsay answered.
“We have twelve and now we’re going to get Mrs. Goode’s signature,” Wayne said.
“Let’s just get the rest of the items and keep going,” Madison said, glancing at her friends. They all looked defeated already.
Fiona was in charge of the list. “Well, we need Mrs. Goode’s signature, as we all know, and something smelly, and a feather, and fungi.”
“Fun guy?” Lindsay joked. “Like Egg?”
Aimee and Madison cracked up.
“Yeah, funny joke, Lindsay,” Fiona said, smirking. “Fungi is a mushroom. Not an egg. Ha, ha.”
“Here!” Aimee said, bending over. In her hand was a soft brown feather.
Madison took it from her and ran her finger along its edge. The plumes came apart a little. She shoved it into her orange bag, which served as the container for all
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