Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Listen up, squad!" said Sugar. "The bad news is we still have no idea what's in the box. The other bad news is Dirt used all her surveillance time to write poetry." "I didn't do it on purpose!" protested Dirt. Sugar rolled her eyes. "So unless Sweetie observed something we didn't, I'm pretty sure we will never get close enough to the box to find out what's in it, and we should proceed as if it is a dangerous, wild animal —possibly a shark—and we are all in imminent danger." "We ruled out shark!" yelled Dirt. "No, kid, YOU ruled out shark, and I'm not completely comfortable with that...." "Sweetie," sighed Dirt. "Can you read us what you have in your observation log?"

"No," replied Sweetie. "Why not?" asked Dirt. "Spying is wrong," said Sweetie. "I climbed up to the gutter, just like you said, but I felt funny watching someone without his or her permission. So I slid down the pipe, rolled across the lawn, and came back here." "How did we miss that?" asked Dirt. "Apparently, I wasn't the only one napping," replied Sugar.

"But, based on your observations," continued Sweetie, "it sounds to me like there is a rabbit in the box." "Why in the world would you say that?" demanded Sugar. "Dirt's poem about chewing and hopping," answered Sweetie. "That's what rabbits do." "I told you it was poem," grumbled Sugar. Dirt paced back and forth excitedly. "So your hypothesis based on our observations is that the creature in the box is a rabbit!" "So what I hear you saying," remarked Sugar, "is that three minutes of skillful observation was plenty of time to gather information, form a hypothesis, AND take a nap! That's what I hear you saying!"

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"I think what I'm saying is that if it eats like a rabbit and hops like a rabbit, it's probably a rabbit," said Sweetie. "You've come a long way, kid," said Sugar. "Thanks, sis!" said Sweetie. "All right, kid," said Sugar, "enough blubbering." "Rabbits aren't dangerous, are they?" asked Poppy. "Not at all," replied Sugar. "Unless you're a carrot." "Then why is it in a box?" asked Poppy. "Rabbits are helpless," explained Sugar. "They can only eat salad; they can't handle the stairs; and I'm pretty sure the ears are just for show."

"Uh-oh!" cried Dirt from the door. "We have a really big problem!" "We sure do, kid," said Sugar. "I think I just ruined Easter for Poppy." "No! Look!" said Dirt. "Look at the rabbit box! The door is wide open, and the rabbit is gone!" "Oh no! Poor bunny!" cried Sweetie. "It will never survive on its own!" "We're going after it!" declared Sugar. "Grab the emergency-survival kits!" "We don't have emergency-survival kits," announced Dirt. "We have our spy kits!" suggested Poppy. "Will they help us in an emergency?" "Fake mustaches, marshmallows, and observation logs?" said Sugar, deep in thought. "Perfect!!" The chickens zipped up their plastic baggies and lined up at the door. "C'mon, squad!!" yelled Sugar. "Into the wild!" She waited until they were a few feet away from the