4. The Scientific Method

4 The Scientific Method For first period the next day, we had science. When we got to the science room, the Snowman wasn't there. But Mr. Docker was. "Follow me," he told us. "Where are we going?" asked Emily. "We're going on a field trip," replied Mr. Docker. "Yay!"

Field trips are cool. One time, we went on a field trip to the zoo. Another time, we went on a field trip to a natural history museum. But if you ask me, they shouldn't be called field trips unless you take a trip to a field. Then they would have the perfect name. Mr. Docker led us to a secret stairway near the science room. We started climbing the steps. And climbing. And climbing! Climbing steps is tiring. "Where are we going?" asked Michael. "You'll find out," said Mr. Docker. I thought I was gonna die from climbing all those steps. I was huffing and puffing and sweating and panting.*

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Finally, Mr. Docker opened a door at the top of the stairs. And you'll never believe in a million hundred years what was up there. We were on the roof of the school! Did you ever go out on the roof of your school? It's cool up there. It's like being on the top of the Empire State Building. You can see forever from the roof. Or at least the next block. And you'll never believe who was up there. I'm not going to tell you. Okay, okay, I'll tell you. It was Dr. Snow, the Snowman! He had a rope tied to a bucket, and he was swinging the bucket around his head like a lasso. That was weird. People who swing buckets around their heads are definitely crazy. "Hi everybody!" said the Snowman.

Why are you swinging a bucket around

your head, Dr. Snow?" asked Ryan. "I bet it's part of a science experiment," said Andrea. "Right you are!" said the Snowman. Andrea smiled the smile she smiles to let everybody know that she knows something nobody else knows. The Snowman stopped swinging the bucket around and put it on the floor. "Now I'm going to fill this bucket up with maple syrup," he said as he took a big jug of maple syrup and poured it into the bucket. "Why are you doing that?" I asked. "Are we having pancakes?" "No," said the Snowman. "Now I'm going to swing the bucket around my head again, with syrup inside it." "Won't the syrup fly all over the place?" asked Emily. "It will be a sticky mess." "There's only one way to find out," said the Snowman. "That's why scientists do