A good detective calculates carefully. It was a hot summer day in Odyssey. Matthew’s sister Camilla had set up a lemonade stand on their front lawn, with the money going to an orphanage. My sidekick and I had just arrived when Camilla came out of the house, holding a pitcher of lemonade. Surprisingly, she looked …
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With the recipe in hand, we walked outside to examine the lemonade. “What happened?!” Camilla asked eagerly. “You miscalculated the amount of lemonade the recipe would make,” Matthew answered. “Yes,” I told her. “You added all of the ingredients together, which is not the correct way to calculate how much lemonade a recipe makes. Adding …
“Jay could have smudged the table,” I told Tori, “but that wouldn’t explain the paper towels. However, Olivia did say she spilled water. She probably used the towels to mop it up.” Tori’s eyes went wide. “And she was painting a house with blue paint,” I continued. “She probably left the smudge.” We found Olivia …
Benjamin Booming lived in Madison, Wisconsin, in a little subdivision called Bitter Creek. When he was just five months old, his parents could hear him playing Ode to Joy on his baby piano and singing in perfect pitch over the baby monitor. By age 2, he knew all the church hymns by heart. He got …
I am from a great family, From parents who love me. I am from funny siblings, From late-night talks with my sister. I am from music, From melodies and tunes. I am from “Do your best,” “We love you,” And “Remember who you are.” I’m from a quilt That my mom made herself. I’m from …
Clubhouse readers sent in more than 1,200 entries this year. We could only fit a few in the magazine, but here are more amazing stories and drawings from kids like you! Spring of Thankfulness Allen, 12, from Kansas Set Sail Isabel, 15, from Washington Words Caroline, 11, from Colorado Stories Hailey, 16, from Idaho Season’s …
The ball through the window Had sealed his doom, As old Mrs. Kramer Was there with a broom. Jay ran like a leopard On down the street, But that Mrs. Kramer Was fast on her feet. He was getting tired, Mrs. Kramer was not, Jay was sweating, The summer sun was hot. Finally Mrs. Kramer …
Words are like birds, around you they fly, Twisting and turning up in the sky. They are very pretty and very bright, They flap and they flutter way up out of sight. Words are like squirrels; they make barely a sound, Running through trees with a leap and a bound. They can be cute, shy …
I saunter into the unlit room I turn on the gleaming light Flexible pink shoes slip on my feet I leap to the heart of the floor I pirouette on the hardwood The melody doesn’t let me stop I step to the music’s flowing rhythm I dance my heart out All of my breath has …