Leo y la coartada de los tacos embarrados

Edades 6–8

Cuando culpan a Leo de dejar misteriosas huellas por el vestíbulo de la escuela, se une a un compañero amante de las pistas para comparar patrones de arena, barro y salpicaduras, limpiar su nombre y demostrar la verdad.

"Leo," said Mr. Finch, kneeling by a trail of pale, sandy footprints smeared across the gleaming foyer floor, "can you explain this?" Every head turned. Leo's cheeks went hot. "That wasn't me," he said carefully, "but I can prove it."

"Everyone says it was you because your shoes are always muddy," said Mira, jogging up with her notebook. "But muddy isn't the same as sandy." Leo grinned. "Evidence first, guessing never. Let's follow the trail before the cleaner mops it away!"

The trail led to the calligraphy classroom, where an ink bottle lay tipped on its side. Dark teardrop splashes spattered the floor. "Whoa," breathed Leo, kneeling to look closer. "What happened here?"

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