The Poisoned Pie Mystery

When something terrible is about to happen, it’s helpful to know in advance. So Oakmoss Hornbeam always kept a lookout for signs. His best friend Veena said he was an accident waiting to happen, usually as she handed him back his broken glasses. Today, as he walked down the lane through the woods that led from his home to the school bus, the wind was setting up a blustery dance. Twigs, leaves and even branches frolicked past him with such joy it was as if they were on their way to a party. They were certainly heading in the opposite direction to the school bus. That had to be a sign, Oakmoss thought. A sign that he should abandon going to school today? A sign he should go fishing instead?