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Chapter One
Joe Who?
My name is Joe Sherlock.
But almost everybody just calls me Sherlock.
Never Joe.
In fact, most people around here think I squirted into this world without a proper first name attached.
But for me, Sherlock is the perfect fit, like a worn-out pair of sneakers that you just love but your mom throws out anyway, because she's simply horrified that one of her friends might actually see you wearing them.
So what's so great about having a name like a smelly old pair of sneakers?
Well, Sherlock also happens to be the name of the greatest detective who ever looked through a magnifying glass: Mr. Sherlock Holmes. And just like the great Nr. Holmes, I was born with a natural gift for solving mysteries.
It may sound weird, but while most kids my age are busy doing homework, playing soccer, or scooping out their ear wax with paper clips, I stay busy preparing myself for a life of mystery solving.
I've seen just about every detective movie ever made. I've seen the really good ones that keep you on the edge of your seat so much that you end up chewing off half your toenails without even realizing it. And I've also seen all the old black-and-white ones where everybody stands around talking so much that you wakeup on the floor two hours later in a pool of your own drool.
But no amount of movie watching could have prepared me for the Case of the Haunted Toolshed. Just hearing that name makes me feel like I have a pair of live squirrels in my stomach and two corks shoved up my nostrils . . . if you know what I mean. So bolt the doors, lock the windows, and remember to keep breathing as I tell you about my first official case as a private detective: Case #000001.
Excerpted from The Haunted Toolshed by Dave Keane, Dave Keane All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
