“Good,” Roger declared, “but they wouldn’t win a blue ribbon.”
Violet saw Lucasta’s rabbit sniff at the cucumber. The rabbit tried to jump out of Lucasta’s arms, but she held it close and didn’t allow it to escape.
Rabbits must like cucumbers, thought Violet.
Mr. Yee and Benny both took cucumbers out of the bag and bit into them.
“This is good,” said Benny.
“But not good enough for a blue ribbon,” said Roger.
“How can you tell?” asked Jessie.
Roger held out the half-eaten cucumber and pointed to its green skin. “The skin is too thick,” he said. “A thinner skin is better because it’s less bitter.”
“That is correct,” said Mr. Yee as he finished eating his cucumber. “This is a good tasting cucumber, but not quite good enough for first prize in a contest.”
“Well,” said Roger as he took several cucumbers out of the bag, “I’m going to take some of these home to eat. Everybody else is welcome to take some, too.”
“Thank you,” said Jessie. “We’ll take some home to Mrs. McGregor.”
“And I will take some, also,” said Mr. Yee as he reached into the bag.
“What about you, Lucasta?” asked Roger. “Do you want the rest of these cucumbers for your rabbits?”
Lucasta stroked her Rex rabbit and shook her head. “No,” she replied.
Roger Walski looked surprised. “No?” he asked. “Why not?”
“My rabbits are prize-winning rabbits,” said Lucasta. “They deserve only prize-winning vegetables. They need to eat the very best in order to have the shiniest fur and brightest eyes.”
Mr. Yee nodded his head slowly. “That is why you raised beautiful vegetables in your garden but did not enter them in the fair—you fed them to your rabbits instead.”
“My rabbits are going to win first prize again this year,” said Lucasta. “They win every year. That’s important.”
Lucasta turned and hobbled away, heading toward the barn across the road.
“I don’t understand why her leg seems to be hurting,” said Mr. Yee, looking puzzled. “Yesterday she had her cast off. Her leg should be healed by now.”
Just then Henry remembered that he never got a chance to give Roger yesterday’s message from Alex Kirk.
“Roger,” said Henry, “Alex asked me to give you a message. He said, ‘My father still says no.’”
“Is that so?” said Roger with a scowl. He bent down and rummaged in his sleeping bag. Finally he pulled out the clipboard and pen and held them to his chest. “We’ll see about that,” he said.
The children and Mr. Yee watched as Roger Walski walked away from them. They watched him walk up to Section B and talk to a gardener.
CHAPTER 7
Move the Gardens?
After Roger departed, the children and Mr. Yee went to work.
Now that Jessie and Violet had done all the thinning, Mr. Yee showed them how to use a hoe to kill weeds.
“Oh,” said Jessie, “this is so much easier than being on the ground and weeding.”
“Yes,” said Mr. Yee, “but don’t hoe for too long, or you will get blisters on your hands. Start out for fifteen minutes today, then you can switch to something else, like carrying water buckets.”
“I like to carry water buckets,” said Benny, who was squatting down one row away. He was checking each strawberry plant to make certain it wasn’t too dry, and to see which berries were ripe for picking.
As his sisters and brother helped Mr. Yee do the things that needed to be done in the garden, Henry started to repair the tomato stakes that the vandal had smashed.
Hmmm, thought Henry. The stakes were damaged, but they weren’t damaged that badly.
Henry thought for a while, then decided he could pound two thin but strong stakes into the ground alongside the big stake. After he did that, he attached the big stake to the thin stakes, using a strong wire. Then he went to find Mr. Yee.
“What do you think?” Henry asked Mr. Yee.
Mr. Yee clapped his hands in excitement. “Excellent!” he said. “This is a wonderful way to solve the problem, because it leaves the old tomato stakes in place.”
Mr. Yee reached out and touched one of the green tomatoes hanging from the first plant that Henry had worked to prop up. “You have done an excellent job, Henry, because you have thought of a way to keep the old stake in place. That means the tomato plant is not disturbed at all. And that means it is a happy plant and will produce wonderful tomatoes!”
“I’m glad you think this is a good idea,” Henry replied. “I’ll work on repairing the rest of the tomato stakes now.”
“Good,” said Mr. Yee. “You and Jessie and Violet and Benny are wonderful helpers.”
Henry looked out across the garden, down toward the other sections. He could see Roger walking around with his clipboard, talking to gardeners.
“Ahh, yes,” said Mr. Yee, following Henry’s gaze. “You are curious about what Roger is up to.”
“Yes,” said Henry. “I am.”
“And so am I,” said Mr. Yee. “When you finish the tomato stakes, why don’t all five of us take a break and walk to the other sections.”
Henry smiled. “That’s a very good idea. We can talk to the other gardeners.”
And so, after Henry finished with the tomato stakes and Jessie and Violet finished hoeing and watering, and Benny finished checking and picking the strawberries, the children and Mr. Yee felt they had accomplished a lot.
They put the garden tools away, into the community tool shed, and they washed their faces and hands at the water spigot. Then they walked toward Sections B, C, D, and E, and talked to the other gardeners.
Right away, in Section B, they learned that Roger Walski had been trying to get others to sign a petition. The petition asked the Greenfield Town Hall to relocate the community gardens to another area next year—because the gardens here were being vandalized.
“But we don’t want to move to another area,” said a gardener in Section C. “We like it here, where Mr. Kirk has built beautiful storage sheds and put in water spigots.”
“That’s right,” said another gardener. “We like it here. We just want somebody to find out who’s knocking down our tomato towers and breaking our trellises.”
“And riding a three-wheeler over our lettuce and kale and chard!” said a third gardener angrily.
“We’re going to help find who’s doing this,” Henry said to the gardeners.
Jessie and Violet and Benny nodded. Mr. Yee nodded, also.
Then the gardeners went back to their gardens, and the Aldens and Mr. Yee saw Mrs. McGregor coming to pick them up.
* * *
That afternoon Grandfather was back home from visiting his sister, Aunt Jane. And when he heard what his grandchildren had been doing, he called his old friend Mr. Yee and invited him to dinner.
Everyone was very happy as they sat down to another one of Mrs. McGregor’s wonderful meals. This one was full of garden-fresh vegetables that the children had brought home with them.
Mrs. McGregor brought a cucumber salad to the table. “My goodness,” she said, “I’ve never seen so many cucumbers in my life! Who picked all these cucumbers at once, and why?”
Benny told her how that morning they had found two lumpy sacks at one of the gardens. One sack held Roger Walski, the other held many, many cucumbers.
“Roger Walski?” asked Grandfather. “I know him. He owns and runs the big construction company that built the new Greenfield Town Hall.”
“It is a beautiful town hall,” said Mr. Yee as he gently scratched the place where his cast met his hand.
Henry spoke. “I wonder what Mr. Kirk was saying no to, in his message to Roger.”
“I don’t know,” answered Mr. Yee, carefully accepting more cucumber salad, using his left hand to spoon it onto his plate.
“Several years ago, Roger wanted to buy the Kirk farm,” said Grandfather
. “But I haven’t heard anything about that in maybe three years.”
“Maybe Roger wants to buy the farm again but Mr. Kirk still won’t sell,” said Jessie.
“Mr. Kirk would never sell his farm as long as he can use it to grow crops,” said Mr. Yee. “He loves to farm.”
“Would he sell the part that the community garden is on?” asked Henry.
Mr. Yee shook his head. “Not as long as somebody wanted to garden on it. Mr. Kirk loves to see people grow food and eat it.”
“Alex is like his father,” said Benny. “Alex likes to grow food for people to eat.”
Mrs. McGregor brought more food to the table: barley and mushrooms, sautéed chard, and carrots sautéed with ginger and orange juice.
“Look,” said Violet as the carrots were being served. “Aren’t the purple carrots beautiful?” she asked. “I love how they’re purple on the outside and orange on the inside.” She turned to Mr. Yee. “Why did you decide to grow purple carrots instead of the regular orange ones?” she asked.
“I grow orange carrots, too, Violet,” said Mr. Yee. “But I like the purple ones better. I think they taste better, and purple vegetables are very healthful.”
“Getting back to Roger Walski,” said Grandfather, “I heard he wants Greenfield to build a new health center, with a pool, several running tracks, and a weight room.”
“Taylor would like that,” said Jessie. “She loves to exercise.” Jessie told Grandfather who Taylor was.
“Roger is petitioning the other gardeners,” Henry said. “He wants them to agree to move the community gardens.”
“But the other gardeners don’t want to move,” added Jessie.
“I don’t want the gardens to be moved,” said Benny. “I like them right where they are. And I like the rabbits, too,” he added.
“Well,” said Mr. Yee with a laugh, “you and I agree and disagree, Benny. I like the gardens where they are, but I don’t like the rabbits.”
Grandfather laughed, too. “Albert, I know you. What you really mean is that you don’t like the rabbits on the loose, where they can trip people.”
“Perhaps that is so,” said Mr. Yee.
By the time dinner was finished, everybody was full. But not too full—they had each saved room for fresh strawberries.
After the berries were all gone, Grandfather and Mr. Yee went to sit on the porch and talk. The children stayed behind to clear the table for Mrs. McGregor.
“This was a very interesting dinner conversation,” said Jessie as she collected the used bowls.
“Yes,” said Henry as he stacked plates. “We learned something very useful.”
“Was it about Mr. Walski?” asked Benny.
“Yes,” said Henry. “We need to talk to Roger Walski tomorrow morning.”
CHAPTER 8
The Vandal
The next morning it was Grandfather, not Mrs. McGregor, who dropped Mr. Yee and Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny off at the community gardens. Grandfather then drove away and the five gardeners walked past Sections E, D, C, and B, saying hello to all the other gardeners.
And once again, as the children and Mr. Yee left these sections behind and walked toward Section A, they saw trouble.
Taylor Harris and Alex Kirk were standing in front of Taylor’s fenced-in garden, shouting at each other. A big American blue rabbit hopped past Alex and into Mr. Yee’s garden.
“You’re the one!” shouted Taylor. “You’re the garden thief!”
“I am not!” shouted Alex. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
The children ran up to Taylor and Alex. Mr. Yee hurried into his garden, after the rabbit.
Just then Roger came out of his garden and walked up to Taylor and Alex.
“What’s wrong?” Henry and Roger asked the question at the same time.
“Alex Kirk has been vandalizing our gardens—that’s what’s wrong,” snapped Taylor.
Roger took a step backward. He looked confused.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alex replied angrily. “I would never vandalize anything, especially a garden!”
“Then explain your footprints,” said Taylor, pointing at the ground.
Everybody looked down at the grass they were standing on. It was dusted with a white powder. At first it was hard to notice that there was something on the grass, but after Taylor pointed downward, it became clear.
Jessie looked at the trail of whitish powder. It started at the outside of Alex’s garden, went past Taylor’s garden, past Mr. Yee’s garden, and stopped at the end of Roger’s garden.
And: there was one set of footprints in the powder. The footprints came from the direction of Lucasta’s empty garden and stopped about halfway to Mr. Yee’s garden. It was clear to Jessie that whoever had been walking there walked right into Mr. Yee’s garden.
“I came here late last night,” said Taylor, “and sprinkled some bonemeal fertilizer across the grass. I wanted to see who was walking around here breaking Mr. Yee’s tomato towers.” She folded her arms across her chest. “And now I’ve caught the vandal. Those footprints match Alex Kirk’s shoes,” she said, pointing down to Alex’s feet.
Everybody could see that the footprints leading up to where Alex was standing were the same as the footprints that walked down the row of gardens and turned into Mr. Yee’s plot.
Taylor pointed to Alex’s hands. “He has a hammer in his hand, to smash tomato towers with.”
“I don’t smash tomato towers!” Alex shouted. “I was coming to fix something.”
Roger Walski rubbed his chin with a hand. He started to say something, then stopped.
Henry spoke up loudly, so that Taylor and Alex would stop shouting. “Alex isn’t the vandal!” said Henry.
Taylor stopped shouting at Alex and turned toward Henry. “What do you mean?” she asked.
Henry looked at Roger. “Don’t you have something to tell us?” he asked.
“What?” sputtered Roger. “Me?” He backed away another step. “No, I don’t have anything to say. Except … except that I don’t think Alex is a vandal.”
“I’m not,” said Alex.
“We think you do have something to tell us,” Jessie said, looking at Roger.
“What?” asked Roger.
“We know you’re trying to buy the land the community gardens are on,” said Jessie. “We think you want the town of Greenfield to build an exercise center on this land.”
“What?” said Taylor. “Build a gym on the community garden land?”
Mr. Yee came out of his garden and joined them. He was holding the big bluish-gray rabbit in his arms and feeding it leaves of lettuce.
“That is why you want people to sign your petition,” said Mr. Yee, nodding his head. “You want to buy this land and then sell it to the town.”
Alex spoke up. “That’s right,” he said. “Roger has been trying to buy this land from my father, but my father won’t sell.”
“What’s wrong with a gym?” demanded Roger. “Exercise is good. Greenfield could use a nice new exercise center. And this land is so close to the center of town.”
“But this land is our garden,” said Taylor. “It’s good, rich land, meant for growing food.”
“That’s right,” said Alex.
“Are you the vandal?” demanded Taylor. “Did you break Mr. Yee’s tomato posts? Did you run over everybody’s kale and lettuce plants?”
Roger didn’t say anything.
“You drive a three-wheel ATV,” said Henry. “And yesterday you had a tool kit with you, with a hammer and saw. You were going to use it to break down more trellises and towers.”
Roger looked sad. He stared at the ground. “I’m sorry,” he said at last. “It was wrong to damage people’s gardens. But I really want this land! I thought if gardeners left, Mr. Kirk would sell it to me.”
“It doesn’t matter how much you want this land” said Taylor, “it’s very wrong to do what you did.”
r /> Roger looked ashamed. “I shouldn’t have done it,” he admitted. “I won’t do it again.”
“I think you should help the people whose gardens you vandalized,” said Violet softly.
Roger looked at Violet. He sighed. “You’re right,” he said. “I have to apologize to each person I hurt. And I have to fix what I broke.”
Roger turned to Mr. Yee. “Albert, I’m sorry I broke your tomato stakes. I’ll put in new ones for you tomorrow.”
Mr. Yee scowled. “That was very wrong of you, Roger. But I don’t need your help because Henry has already fixed the tomato stakes.” Mr. Yee stroked the rabbit and fed it more lettuce. “You go help the other people, Roger.”
“And you owe everybody for all the vegetables you stole,” said Taylor.
“But I didn’t steal any vegetables!” shouted Roger. “I’m not a thief!”
Taylor looked at Roger. “Then Alex must be the thief,” she said.
But when everybody turned to look at Alex, he was no longer there.
CHAPTER 9
Thinking It Through
The footprints in the lime showed that Alex had walked away, back toward the Kirk farm.
“Hmmpph,” said Taylor. “I’m going back to my garden, but I’ll talk to Mr. Kirk later. Alex can’t be allowed to steal our vegetables.”
“I have to apologize to a lot of people,” said Roger. “I’ll get started.”
The children and Mr. Yee watched Taylor unlock her garden gate, go into her garden, and lock the gate behind herself. Then they watched Roger walk to the far end of the community gardens, where he began to talk to a gardener.
Mr. Yee still held the big American blue rabbit.
“Is that your rabbit now?” Benny asked. He liked the way the rabbit’s ears moved back and forth and how its nose twitched.
“No, Benny,” said Mr. Yee. “It is probably Lucasta’s rabbit. And I don’t like rabbits.” He fed the rabbit another lettuce leaf as he said this.