23 Nate the Great Stalks Stupidweed

Nate the Great Stalks Stupidweed

I, Nate the great detective, was weeding my garden. My dog, Sludge, was digging in it. Oliver came over. Oliver always comes over. Oliver is a pest. " I have just lost a weed, ” he said. “ No problem, " I said. “ You may have all of mine. ” “ But this was my weed, ” Oliver said. “ Can you help me find it?”

“ I, Nate the Great, am not going to look for a weed. I only take important cases. ” “ This is an important weed, ” Oliver said. “ I bought it for a nickel at Rosamond's ADOPT-A-WEED sale.

Rosamond picks weeds that nobody wants and she finds homes for them. ” “ I believe it, " I said. “ She gave me a Certificate of Ownership, " Oliver said. He pointed to something sticking out of his back pocket. It was a thick, rolled-up piece of paper with a ribbon tied around it. Oliver pulled the paper out of his pocket and handed it to me. I untied the ribbon and unrolled the paper.

It was long. It had printing on it. Oliver. . . . There was a shiny seal stuck on the paper. It also had printing on it.