A Lucky Green Cake The Serial School Purse Snatcher had a head start. No hay problema. There was a trail of green guacamole in the snow. I followed the tiny blobs of green around the corner. But that’s where the trail ended. “Did you see where he went?” Mr. Vaslov asked, catching up with me. I shook my head. “He just disappeared.” “Put on your snowshoes, Freddie,” Mr. Vaslov said. “They might help us.” With my Zapato Power snowshoes, I was ready to chase the purse snatcher through the snow. But I had to find him first. “Look closely for guacamole.” Mr. Vaslov peered down at the white ground. We walked down the block toward the bus stop. That’s where we saw another spot of green. “Do you think the thief got away on the bus?” I asked. “I don’t know. Let’s keep looking.” Behind the bus stop was a park. We saw some footprints going around the trunk of a big tree. “What’s that?” I pointed at a mound of snow. “We’ll find out!” Mr. Vaslov said. When we got there, we saw someone had made a snow cave, just like Gio had on the sledding hill.
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