Clubhouse Mysteries: The Backyard Animal Show

ZIGGY AWAKENED TO A BRIGHT SPRING SATURDAY morning. The sunshine sparkled through his open bedroom window, and the roaring and groaning sounds of heavy trucks erased any songs a bird might be attempting to sing. Ziggy jumped out of bed, pulled the curtain aside, and looked to see what was making that powerful, compelling noise.
“The construction has started!” Ziggy whispered excitedly. “And we’ve got two whole weeks of spring break to watch the builders. I’ve got to tell Rico, Rashawn, and Jerome.” He dressed quickly, ran down the stairs, and gobbled a quick breakfast of honey-covered green beans and a glass of apple prune juice. Ziggy, never one to eat a traditional meal, believed breakfast, and every other meal as well, should be an adventure. He grabbed a handful of walnuts from a jar, stuffed them into his jeans pocket, and waved good-bye to his mother, who was fixing herself a cup of tea.
“You boys be careful at that construction site!” she warned. “You stay behind that fence and watch from a distance, you hear me, son?”
“Yes, Mum,” Ziggy said obediently as he put on his jacket. “We won’t get in the way-promise.”
Ziggy’s mom looked unconvinced, but she waved him on, reminding him to be home in a couple of hours. Just in case she might think of any other warnings to add to the list of things mothers worry about, Ziggy hurried out the door and down the street to his friend Rico’s house. Rico was just coming out of his front door.
“Did I you hear them? This is gonna be awesome, mon!” Ziggy told his friend. “It may take all summer for that apartment complex to be built. Just think of all the trucks and heavy equipment they’ll need!” “Yeah, I can’t wait to check out all the bulldozers and stuff, but I sorta hate to see that little piece of land get all torn up.”
“What do you mean, mon?” Ziggy asked.
“Well, that area down the street has been woods for as long as I’ve lived here-there’s lots of trees, and squirrels who live in those trees, and birds, and probably bugs, too. Where will they move to now that the diggers are tearing up the place where they live?”
“I never thought about it that way, mon,” Ziggy replied thoughtfully.
Just then Rashawn and Jerome, the other two members of the Black Dinosaurs Club, joined Ziggy and Rico on the sidewalk. Rashawn was followed by his Siberian husky, a retired police dog named Afrika. Rashawn, the tallest of the four, wore a bright red, thick fleece, button-down sweatshirt with the picture of a basketball player on the front.
The Black Dinosaurs was the name of the club. Ziggy, Rashawn, Rico, and Jerome had started one summer vacation. They had built a clubhouse in Ziggy’s backyard, and they met on Saturdays during the school year, sometimes just to goof off and eat pizza, and sometimes to try to solve neighborhood mysteries.
“Bulldozers!” Rashawn cried as they slapped hands.
“Excavators and cranes!” Jerome added. “Let’s hurry up and get down there before they finish.”
“It will be weeks before they finish this project maybe months, my dad said,” Rashawn explained.
“Good! I love big trucks!” Jerome
said with a grin. “Race you!”
“And we’ve got two whole weeks to watch them work, mon!” Ziggy cried eagerly.
The four friends ran down the street to the construction site. The area was barricaded with metal fencing and yellow tape, but that didn’t bother the boys. They found a spot on a nearby hill across the street from the site and settled in to watch as the motors of the heavy earthmoving equipment roared and rumbled as they worked.