Patty Cakes and the Stolen Ball
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Patty Cakes:
The Stolen Ball Mystery!
Chapter One
Stolen!
Hi! I'm Patty. My full name is Patricia M. Lowry.
I hope we become friends!
Here's some stuff you'll probably want to know about me. I'm seven. I'm in second grade. And most people call me Patty.
My parents nicknamed me Patty Cakes.
They even sing the rhyme with my name Patty Cakes, Patty Cakes, Baker's Man!
I roll my eyes every time they sing it.
I don't even like cake.
And I definitely don't look like cake. I look tall. That's because I am. I have long, blonde hair. My daddy says my eyes are sky blue. I look like my mom.
I have a Golden Retriever named Bones. That's because he hardly ever eats much. He's a good boy.
I have a little sister named Emma. She is two. People say she is a charm.
She looks like Daddy. She has brown, curly hair. Her brown eyes look like yummy chocolate.
She loves to dance in our kitchen. She spins and spins in circles until she gets all dizzy. Then she giggles. Sometimes she falls down.
Want to know something else about me?
I have an identical twin sister! That means she looks...just...like...me. And she looks like our mom, too.
My sister's name is Penelope. Most people call her Penny.
We are Patty and Penny. My name comes first. I was born before her, by at least two minutes! That's pretty important stuff, when you're a twin!
Everybody thinks it's sooo cute that we are twins. Sometimes I think it's a pain.
My daddy understands. That's because he's a twin, too!
People say Penny is lovely. She never gets in any trouble.
When they look at me, they pat me on top of my head and say, “Don't worry, honey, you're sweet, too.”
I think they call me honey because somehow trouble finds me a lot of the time. I guess me and trouble have become pretty good friends.
That's not so great. Because when trouble happens, everybody says in a real loud and accusing tone, “PATRICIA!”
My mom usually says, “Honey, I think you got yourself in a pickle!”
That's what happened to me one day.
I got accused of trouble.
My older brother Thomas lost his lacrosse ball.
That's right. I have a brother. That's probably important, too.
People say he looks like a mix between Mommy and Daddy. That's because his hair is straight and blonde like Mommy's. But his eyes are brown like Daddy's.
He's twelve. All he ever talks about is sports, sports, sports.
He is in love with every sport, I swear. But not the bad kinda swearing. I only mean that he really loves sports.
Well, his all-time, bestest, most favorite lacrosse ball ever, got lost.
It was signed by some famous guy. I don't even remember the guy's name. I don't care much about lacrosse. But boy was Thomas mad.
And who do you think got blamed for it?
That's right.
Me!
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About the Book
Seven-year-old Patty is a sweet little girl who has lots of stuff people should know about her—like the fact that trouble has become her very good friend.
Her twin sister Penny never gets in any trouble, and everybody thinks Patty’s two-year-old sister Emma is a charm. Even Patty’s dog Bones seems to get in less trouble than she does! And oh yeah—her older brother Thomas can be so annoying, especially when he accuses her of stealing his all-time favorite lacrosse ball. Well, pretty soon, the entire family looks and looks for that darn ball, but when they can’t find it, Patty’s brother takes the “issue” of the stolen ball to school the next day. That means war!
Even though Patty tries to see happiness in her day, trouble still finds her in more ways than one. And here’s the thing—it’s not nice to blame others for something you didn’t see them do!
About the Author
JV Carr has a bachelor’s degree in psychology and is a children’s writer. Her six children are her inspiration, along with the many international students she and her husband host from around the world. She’s the author of Username: Bladen, a YA fantasy novel published through Westbow Press.