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Text copyright © 2020 by Patricia Reilly Giff
Art copyright © 2020 by Abby Carter
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Giff, Patricia Reilly, author. | Carter, Abby, illustrator.
Title: Animal at large / by Patricia Reilly Giff; illustrated by Abby Carter.
Description: First edition. | New York : Holiday House, [2020] | Series: Mysteries on Zoo Lane; book #2 | Audience: Ages 7-10. | Audience: Grades 2-3. | Summary: When Tori’s cousin and best friend, Sumiko, visits, the two girls investigate a mystery involving a missing zoo animal and strange noises in the back yard.
Identifiers: LCCN 2019046314 | ISBN 9780823446674 (hardcover)
Subjects: CYAC: Zoos—Fiction. | Cousins—Fiction. | Friendship—Fiction. Family life—Fiction. | Zoo animals—Fiction.
Mystery and detective stories.
Classification: LCC PZ7.G3626 Tt 2020 | DDC [Fic]—dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2019046314
Ebook ISBN 9780823448166
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
More About Wild Animals
CHAPTER 1
TORI was painting her nails. She had to be perfect. So did her room.
But what was on the floor?
Drops of Sparkle Red polish!
Never mind. She’d move the little rug next to her bed. It would cover the drops.
Her cousin Sumiko was coming from Japan.
She had come last year too. She’d drawn pictures of the zoo animals: bobcats, tigers, a pink flamingo.
Tori had tacked them up over her bed.
Now Tori’s brother, Ken, stood at her door. “What a mess.” He grinned. He didn’t mind messes.
She dabbed polish on her pinkie. “What are you talking about?”
“Kimi’s footprints are all over the floor.”
Tori looked down at the floor. That cat! Tori would need a rug as big as New York to cover them.
Maybe that old rug in the basement. It had pictures of birds and their names. It was probably full of dust.
From her window she could see the zoo.
Kangaroos jumped around in Hopping Place.
A rhino wallowed in the mud. When the mud dried, it would cover its skin. Bugs would stay away!
Poor rhinos. Not that many were left in the world.
People had cut off their horns, or killed them to get their horns.
Now zoos were keeping them and their babies safe.
Tori spread polish on her thumbnail. She waved her fingers. Even her knuckles were Sparkle Red!
How did that happen?
She went out to the patio and poured seed into the feeder. Purple finches and catbirds were waiting.
She sank down at the table, yawning. The sun was hot. She couldn’t keep her eyes open.
She took off her glasses and put her head down on the cool table. She spread out her damp fingers.
Then, was she dreaming?
A leopard came out of the huge sticker bush.
It crouched next to her. It chewed on her nails.
A snake was wrapped around her thumb.
Tori’s eyes flew open.
No leopard.
No snake.
She looked at her nails.
She couldn’t believe it.
No red on her thumb.
None on her pinkie. The rest looked like polka dots!
Who had done that?
The door was four steps away.
She dived into the house.
CHAPTER 2
AT the airport, Tori saw Sumiko rushing toward her. They threw their arms around each other as Mom smiled.
Someone stepped on Tori’s toes.
“Luke!” It was the new kid on Zoo Lane.
“Sorry. My grandfather is coming from Florida.” He dashed away.
“When we get home”—Sumiko stopped for a breath—“let’s go right to the zoo. I’m dying to draw an ostrich.”
“Good idea,” Tori’s mom said.
“I love the story of the ostrich and the giraffe,” Tori said.
“A true story,” Sumiko said. “They’re best friends, like you and me.”
They stopped at the house. Sumiko left her suitcase in Tori’s room. “Is that a new rug?”
“Not exactly,” Tori said. She and Mom had dragged it up from the basement, sneezing from the dust.
She didn’t want to think about footprints and rugs. “Let’s go.”
Outside, it was almost too hot to breathe. Still, they rushed down the path.
“Whew,” Sumiko said.
They passed Nana-Next-Door. “Glad you’re feeding the birds,” Nana said. “Some of them are near extinction. Even some birds we see all the time. The black-throated sparrow. The grackle.”
Nana knew all about birds. She knew about all kinds of animals.
Tori turned to wave. She slid on a pile of leaves, and went down hard.
Was this something to write about? No. But this summer, she had to write her life’s story for Miss Raymond.
She didn’t want to think about her life story either.
She had a just-plain life. What could she say?
Sumiko could write a great story. She’d say she flew thirteen hours from Japan to New York.
She could tell about Mount Fuji, the volcano near her city.
She spoke Japanese and English.
Tori knew only one Japanese word, the one for thank-you.
She lay on the ground another moment.
Her knee had a sore as big as an apple.
Sumiko reached out to pull her up.
Tori brushed herself off.
“Arigatou.” There! She’d used her Japanese word for thank-you.
They circled around the path. They watched otters splash in Cool Pool.
Lucky otters.
Tori wished they had a pool in her yard. All they had was the hose. It sprinkled tiny drops of water.
Sumiko was ahead of her now.
“I’m coming,” Tori called.
Wait. A green paper was tacked to a tree. Some of it had torn away.
What was that all about?
CHAPTER 3
TORI reached for the paper. She waved it at Sumiko.
“We’ll think about this later,” Sumiko said. “First the ostriches?”
Yes, ostriches, the biggest birds in the world. With their long, skinny legs, they could run faster than tigers. But they couldn’t fly.
“I’ll show their eggs too,” Sumiko said. She drew a huge circle in the air. “Largest in the world.”
Ostrich eggs were sweet, Nana-Next-Door had told her. But for every egg someone ate, there was one less ostrich baby.
They passed Grizzly Bear Gulch and kept going to Bird World.
“Wait,” Tori said. “What’s that sign?”
“Too bad,” she told Sumiko.
Instead they watched some finches fly under the huge net.
All of a sudden a crow snapped up a bug.
Sumiko pulled out her pad. “I’ll draw that crow.”
Tori watched her sketch quick lines. “Neat,” she said.
Back home, Tori tacked it up next to the ones from last year.
“Let’s sit on the patio,” Sumiko said.
Tori thought about her dream. She looked at her polka-dotted nails. “I guess so.”
Outside, Tori looked at the giant sticker bush.
Everything was quiet.
She turned on the hose.
The sprinkler would feel cool on their bare feet.
Kimi, the cat, stared at them from the window.
Once she’d eaten a sparrow, feathers to tail. But no more. Now she was an indoor cat, eating cat food.
Tori put the torn green paper from the tree on the patio table.
“Missing!” Sumiko read aloud.
“From the zoo? I hope it isn’t dangerous.”
“Me too.” Sumiko shook drops of water off her feet. “I have to text my mom.”
She went inside.
Tori stayed a little longer.
And then she heard someone say “Tough!”
At least she thought she did.
She turned her head.
Was it was coming from the sticker bush?
Was someone calling her tough?
CHAPTER 4
INSIDE, Tori picked Kimi up. “I’m glad you weren’t out there,” she whispered to the cat. “Something strange happened.”
Kimi gave her a quick cat kiss. She jumped out of Tori’s arms and padded away.
“Love you,” Tori called after her.
Maybe her brother, Ken, had been outside.
He was at the kitchen table now, stirring a pot of pink goo.
He was always trying things. They never worked.
Sumiko leaned over, watching.
Tori leaned over too. “Did you call me tough?” she asked Ken.
He looked surprised. “You’re not one bit tough. You’re even afraid of flies!”
She shook her head. “Only the gigantic ones.”
Maybe the voice was just another dream, she thought.
Bang!
Pink goo shot everywhere.
“Volcano!” Ken yelled.
He began to wipe up the lava with his shirt.
Tori and Sumiko took dishcloths. They worked at the wall.
When they finished, the wall was still pink. So were the dishcloths.
They threw them into the sink.
Ken looked disappointed. “Nothing comes out right,” he said.
“You can’t be perfect all the time,” Sumiko told him.
Tori was glad to hear her say that. But only for a moment.
She was worried.
Who was missing?
And who might be on the patio?
She thought of Mr. Stewart, the boss of the zoo.
He always said, “Use your brain.”
Tori’s brain told her…
Nothing.
But wait.
Maybe it was a kid.
Not Ken.
Not Alex. He was at the dentist.
His teeth were a mess.
And Mitchell was at camp.
The only one left was Luke.
CHAPTER 5
TORI unlocked the door. She listened.
Sumiko was still talking to Ken.
No one was calling her tough.
Some scraps of paper blew toward her. They landed near the sticker bush.
She walked across the patio, but so slowly, she hardly moved. She took the papers and tucked them in her pocket.
Who was hiding behind the sticker bush? She had to find out.
She pulled a branch aside.
Ouch!
Her arm had a pink scratch.
Nothing there except stones and weeds!
Three more weeks until school began. She wouldn’t be out in the patio so much anymore.
But by then she needed a life story. If only she had something to say…
Something like:
I saved someone’s life.
I won a million dollars. I gave it all to the zoo.
They needed ants for the anteaters.
The screen door flew open. It was Sumiko.
“I found more green papers.” Tori said. She didn’t have time to finish talking.
Sumiko was yelling. “I figured out what the papers say. It’s bad news.”
“What news?” Tori could feel her heart beating.
“Keep your eyes open at the zoo,” Sumiko said. She grabbed the paper.
If only she could close them. But no!
They hurried into the zoo.
Sumiko slid to a stop at Ostrich Row. “Empty. I knew it.”
“What?” Tori asked.
Sumiko held out the scrap of paper. “Look. O for ostrich! She must be loose somewhere.”
Now Tori did close her eyes. Was that who was hiding on her patio? What if the ostrich was hungry? Or angry? Would it come after them?
But Mom was calling. “Time for dinner.”
CHAPTER 6
THEY darted in the door.
“Salad and miso soup,” Mom said.
Mom’s salad was always crunchy; her miso soup was the best.
Under the table, Kimi lapped up kitty soup.
When they finished, Mom said, “It’s beautiful outside. You need fresh air.”
“I guess…” Tori said.
She and Sumiko looked at each other. What about an ostrich on the loose?
Outside, someone was coming up the path.
Not an ostrich.
It was Luke.
“Hey.” He bent to catch his breath. “Something happened at the zoo. Come and see. My dad’s the zoo doctor. He’ll show us.”
They stood up and hurried toward the Baby Zoo.
Luke’s dad was waiting. He pointed to a window.
First they saw a nest. It was empty.
“All the ostriches lay their eggs in one nest,” Luke’s dad said. “But then…”
They saw.
A few ostriches were inside. Babies wandered around underneath them.
“They’re born with their feathers, ready to go,” Luke’s dad said. “All the grown-up ostriches watch out for them.”
Luke leaned toward the window. “They’ve been here for days.”
Sumiko pulled out her pad. She began to draw.
No ostriches were missing, Torry thought. Then what was hiding behind the sticker bush?
Sumiko looked at her and nodded.
They both knew…
An animal was at large.
Was it scary?
Maybe, Tori thought.
CHAPTER 7
IT wasn’t dark yet. And it was still hot.
Could she have dreamed those sounds? She tried not to think of her messed-up nails.
“I guess we could go to the patio and turn on the hose,” she told Sumiko.
They sat at the table.
The hose felt cool on their feet.
Tori stood up to fill the feeder. The seed was almost gone.
“Tough,” a voice said.
Had she heard that?
Sumiko turned. “What did you say?”
Tori shook her head. “I didn’t…”
Sumiko raised one shoulder. “Sorry. I thought…”
“Tough,” the voice said again. Someone began to laugh.
Not a dream. Of course not.
CHAPTER 8
TORI turned off the hose. They hurried inside.
Sumiko tacked her ostrich drawing over the bed.
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bsp; Tori looked at the bird with its fat feathered body and skinny legs. “Perfect,” she said.
Ken was banging something in his room.
They went down the hall to see.
“What are you doing?” Tori called.
Ken opened the door enough to squeeze through.
“Private.” He was laughing. “Important and secret.”
He was trying something new again.
If only it worked! “Good luck,” Tori told him.
“Thanks,” he said.
And then she remembered.
The tiny scraps of paper were still in her pocket.
She and Sumiko went into her bedroom.
She lay the pieces of green paper next to the ones from her pocket.
She moved them up and down.
Back and forth.
“Maybe it works like this,” she said.
They had to do something.
They had to help.
CHAPTER 9
IT was morning. Sumiko was still asleep.
Tori was wide awake.
She looked out at the patio. Two brown sparrows were at the feeder.
A downy woodpecker came next.
Was someone staring at her from the sticker bush?
“Tough,” said the voice.
Was that Luke? It sounded like him. A little bit anyway
Tori sank down on the floor. She hid behind the curtain.
She didn’t hear the voice again.
Maybe he was gone.
Gone where?
She was going to find out.
She went downstairs and out the front door.