TITLE: Gypsy James is in a Jam
GENRE: Middle Grade Mystery
“Why would I be mad at you?” Pops asks.
“Well, you had to leave the marina today. And you had your teeth in.” I answer without looking up at him.
“Gypsy, I wore my teeth today because, I didn’t want to frighten those people. You know how scary it can be when someone comes chomping at you.” Pops says leans over, his toothless mouth pretending to bite me.
“Ew, I know!” I squeal and scramble across the seat.
Pops laughs. “You always did think that was funny.”
“Yeah, when I was three.”
Pops just shakes his head and pulls me back across the seat and snuggles me into his side. “For the record no, I am not mad at you. That is, unless you did steal that dog?” Pop says all serious like, but he sticks his elbow into my ribs.
“No! I wouldn’t take someone’s dog.”
“I know you wouldn’t. Especially that one, it’s a rat.”
To answer my surprised look at Pops making such a comment he shrugs and says” I saw the flyers.”
“Yeah, it sorta is, isn’t it?” I laugh.
“And what’s up with that sparkly thing on its head? Pops asks.
“I know! Stacy calls it a tiara.”
“Really? I call it pretty stupid.”
“For real.” I agree. And then we both sit there thinking about stupid missing rat dogs and tiaras.