hand, where they emerged from the cast. “There is one fence,” he said. “You’ll see it soon.”
As Mr. Yee led the children around Sections E, D, C, and B, he said hello to people who were working in their gardens. When he stopped to talk to the people, he introduced each of the children. “Thanks to these kind children,” he said, “I can grow vegetables this year.”
When they rounded the corner of Section B, the children stopped. In front of them was a very large, very long section marked A.
“This is huge,” said Henry. “It’s twice as big as any of the other sections.”
“Yes,” said Mr. Yee, “and each plot is much larger than the plots in Sections B through E.”
“Why?” asked Benny.
“Because some people want smaller plots and others want bigger plots.” said Mr. Yee. “Many of the gardeners who win prizes garden in Section A.”
As he talked, Mr. Yee led them forward.
“Look!” shouted Benny. “Rabbits!” He pointed toward one end of Section A, where two white rabbits with brown and black spots hopped into one of the gardens.
Violet noticed that one of the plots—the one right in the middle of Section A—had a chain link fence all around it.
Henry saw two kids standing in front of one of the plots. One was a girl of about twelve, the other was a boy of maybe seventeen.
Mr. Yee saw the boy and girl. “Trouble,” he muttered. “Trouble, trouble.” He turned to Jessie, who was walking next to him. “They are standing in front of my plot, Plot Number Two.”
“Who are they?” asked Jessie. She noticed that the girl was wearing a cast on her left leg and holding a large green trash bag. The strap-on cast was bright orange.
Before Mr. Yee could answer, the girl walked up to them. “I’m Lucasta Kirk,” she said. “I raise prize-winning rabbits. Orange is my favorite color.”
Lucasta frowned at Violet, who was wearing a purple shirt. Violet loved all shades of purple, including lavender and violet.
“Purple is my least favorite color,” said Lucasta.
Violet’s feelings were hurt by Lucasta’s remark. She thought that Lucasta did not have good manners.
Henry introduced himself and his sisters and brother.
The other boy said he was Alex Kirk, Lucasta’s brother.
“Do you have a plot in the community gardens?” Jessie asked Alex and Lucasta.
“I have plot number five,” said Alex. “And Lucasta has plot number four.”
Jessie looked at the size of each plot. “That’s a lot of land to garden,” she said.
“We know how to do it,” said Alex. “We grew up on a farm. That’s our farm across the street.” He pointed to a large white barn and a white farmhouse surrounded by fields.
“I’m not gardening this year,” Lucasta said. “I’m spending all my time raising my rabbits, so that they win top prize.
Also,” she added, “Mr. Yee ran over me with his bicycle and broke my leg and it’s too hard for me to garden with a broken leg.”
“That is not true!” shouted Mr. Yee. “I did not run over you with my bicycle! Your rabbits ran right in front of me as I was riding, and when I tried to not run over your rabbits, I flew over my handlebars and broke my arm.”
“Your bike hit me and broke my leg!” said Lucasta.
“My bike hit you after I was no longer on it, after I flew over the handlebars and broke my arm because of your rabbits!”
“Please,” said Alex, “let’s not argue about this again. Lucasta is fine, and I hope that you will be, too, Mr. Yee. You’re a very good gardener and I hope you’re able to grow wonderful vegetables again this year. Let’s forget all about the accident.”
“I will never forget,” said Lucasta. “If my rabbits don’t win first prize at the fair this summer, I will hold Mr. Yee responsible.” She turned and limped away.
CHAPTER 2
Cool as a Cucumber
Alex Kirk said he had to take care of his garden and left.
Mr. Yee took several deep breaths, then said, “Come, let’s walk through my
As Mr. Yee led the children around Sections E, D, C, and B, he said hello to people who were working in their gardens. When he stopped to talk to the people, he introduced each of the children. “Thanks to these kind children,” he said, “I can grow vegetables this year.”
When they rounded the corner of Section B, the children stopped. In front of them was a very large, very long section marked A.
“This is huge,” said Henry. “It’s twice as big as any of the other sections.”
“Yes,” said Mr. Yee, “and each plot is much larger than the plots in Sections B through E.”
“Why?” asked Benny.
“Because some people want smaller plots and others want bigger plots.” said Mr. Yee. “Many of the gardeners who win prizes garden in Section A.”
As he talked, Mr. Yee led them forward.
“Look!” shouted Benny. “Rabbits!” He pointed toward one end of Section A, where two white rabbits with brown and black spots hopped into one of the gardens.
Violet noticed that one of the plots—the one right in the middle of Section A—had a chain link fence all around it.
Henry saw two kids standing in front of one of the plots. One was a girl of about twelve, the other was a boy of maybe seventeen.
Mr. Yee saw the boy and girl. “Trouble,” he muttered. “Trouble, trouble.” He turned to Jessie, who was walking next to him. “They are standing in front of my plot, Plot Number Two.”
“Who are they?” asked Jessie. She noticed that the girl was wearing a cast on her left leg and holding a large green trash bag. The strap-on cast was bright orange.
Before Mr. Yee could answer, the girl walked up to them. “I’m Lucasta Kirk,” she said. “I raise prize-winning rabbits. Orange is my favorite color.”
Lucasta frowned at Violet, who was wearing a purple shirt. Violet loved all shades of purple, including lavender and violet.
“Purple is my least favorite color,” said Lucasta.
Violet’s feelings were hurt by Lucasta’s remark. She thought that Lucasta did not have good manners.
Henry introduced himself and his sisters and brother.
The other boy said he was Alex Kirk, Lucasta’s brother.
“Do you have a plot in the community gardens?” Jessie asked Alex and Lucasta.
“I have plot number five,” said Alex. “And Lucasta has plot number four.”
Jessie looked at the size of each plot. “That’s a lot of land to garden,” she said.
“We know how to do it,” said Alex. “We grew up on a farm. That’s our farm across the street.” He pointed to a large white barn and a white farmhouse surrounded by fields.
“I’m not gardening this year,” Lucasta said. “I’m spending all my time raising my rabbits, so that they win top prize.
Also,” she added, “Mr. Yee ran over me with his bicycle and broke my leg and it’s too hard for me to garden with a broken leg.”
“That is not true!” shouted Mr. Yee. “I did not run over you with my bicycle! Your rabbits ran right in front of me as I was riding, and when I tried to not run over your rabbits, I flew over my handlebars and broke my arm.”
“Your bike hit me and broke my leg!” said Lucasta.
“My bike hit you after I was no longer on it, after I flew over the handlebars and broke my arm because of your rabbits!”
“Please,” said Alex, “let’s not argue about this again. Lucasta is fine, and I hope that you will be, too, Mr. Yee. You’re a very good gardener and I hope you’re able to grow wonderful vegetables again this year. Let’s forget all about the accident.”
“I will never forget,” said Lucasta. “If my rabbits don’t win first prize at the fair this summer, I will hold Mr. Yee responsible.” She turned and limped away.
CHAPTER 2
Cool as a Cucumber
Alex Kirk said he had to take care of his garden and left.
Mr. Yee took several deep breaths, then said, “Come, let’s walk through my
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