Nate the Great on the Owl Express

Nate the Great on the Owl Express

CHAPTER ONE Cuivy Beak, Pointy Claws l, Nate the Great, am a detective. Right now I am a clickety-clack rocking-back- and-forth detective. I am on a train. My dog, Sludge, is with me. He is a detective too. We are on a case. We are bodyguards. For an owl. Her name is Hoot. She belongs to my cousin Olivia Sharp.

The case started this morning. Sludge and I were visiting Olivia in San Francisco. Olivia is also a detective. This morning she said, “ Hoot needs to take a train to a special owl doctor in Los Angeles. ” “ A plane is faster, " I said. “ Hoot doesn't like to fly, " she said. " I, Nate the Great, say that is a good enough reason for an owl to see a doctor. " Olivia tossed her boa around her neck. She always wears a boa. " Glad you think so, ” she said. Then she tossed her boa around my neck,

looked me straight in the eye, and said, “ You'll take Hoot on the train for me. I know I can count on you. ” Olivia pulled me over to a covered birdcage. She lifted the cover.

I looked into two huge staring eyes. Then I saw a big head, a curvy beak, and sharp pointy claws. “ What big eyes she has! ” I said. “ Yes, and she's easy to feed, ” Olivia said. “ She eats mice. ” “ You have told me, Nate the Great, more than I want to know. ” But Olivia wasn't finished.