Highlights Champs|July 2019
I’m only nine, but I already know what I want to be when I grow up: a librarian who solves mysteries
A library is a great place for detective work. There are computers, books, and cushy chairs. Someday my business card will read
I know I need to go to college to be a librarian. Mr. Smart at the children’s desk told me I need to go even though I’ve memorized the Dewey Decimal System (Detectives, 363.2; Libraries, 027).
On Tuesday, my mom takes me to the library. I grab the local paper and scan the Lost and Found—a page full of unsolved mysteries. I find this ad:
I research toys by flipping through toy books (688.728). Did you know Silly Putty was invented by accident? It was just a blob that nobody wanted until someone sold it as a toy.
I look back at the ad. Something doesn’t seem right.
“Why is this ad listed with the lost dogs?” I say aloud.
I have a hunch.
I walk to the stacks and stop at 636.7, where I pull out a dog encyclopedia. I turn to the index. Then I see it. “Toy Dogs.”
On the way home, I explain the case to my mother and ask if I can call Ms. Weiss. Mom agrees and lets me use her phone.
“Hello?” says a woman with a thick accent.
“Hi. I saw your ad in the newspaper,” I say.
“Did you find my dog?”
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