{"product_id":"trouble-at-the-top-of-the-world-isbn-9780771056093","title":"Trouble at the Top of the World","description":"Global warming, conservation, the exotic Arctic — topics that kids are interested in and can get excited about — make this latest addition to the bestselling series a winner.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Screech Owls have been invited to the Inuit community of Pangnirtung, high in the Arctic Circle in Canada's newest province, Nunavut. For the Owls, it is a magical world, filled with twenty-four-hour daylight, golf among the icebergs, feasts of raw meat, dogsleds, and the magnificent polar bear. They have come to play in a four-team tournament that features Zeke Zebedee, the greatest hockey talent ever to come out of the Arctic. But they also land smack in the middle of a story of international intrigue, global warming — and threatened species.Roy MacGregor is the author of several classics in the literature of hockey, including \u003cb\u003eHome Game\u003c\/b\u003e (written with Ken Dryden) and \u003cb\u003eThe Home Team\u003c\/b\u003e were both national bestsellers. He has also written the game’s best-known novel, \u003cb\u003eThe Last Season\u003c\/b\u003e. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis other books include \u003cb\u003eRoad Games\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eThe Seven A.M. Practice\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eA Life in the Bush\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eCanoe Lake\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eThe Dog and I\u003c\/b\u003e, and \u003cb\u003eCanadians\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRoy MacGregor is a columnist for the \u003ci\u003eGlobe and Mail\u003c\/i\u003e. He and his wife, Ellen, live in Kanata, Ontario, with their four children.We were at our billets’ home when the knock came. Sam was napping and Sarah was surfing the net in search of more scientific background on polar bears.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe were both tired from the hockey game — which was a pretty neat victory for the Owls, even if it did mean we all had to act like we were happy for the dreaded Nishikawa.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe thought it was one of the kids, Billy, calling us for dinner. But no, it wasn’t Billy at all. It was Zebedee.And he had his finger raised to his lips so we’d keep quiet. He spoke in a whisper.“Can we go for a walk?” he said. “I need to talk to you two.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe looked at each other, wondering what was up, and then quickly put our shoes on and headed out into the brilliant late-evening sunlight. (We know. We’ll never get used to it. It just seems insane to always be in the middle of the day here!)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe walked down along the water. Zebedee did most of the talking.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I know about your polar bear project,” he told us. “Everybody does. I think it’s great.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut what had he come to see us about? Hardly to ask what the average weight of a male polar bear was. He would know a million times more about polar bears than we ever will.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I want to check something out,” he said. “But it’s dangerous to go out onto the ice alone at this time of year. I can borrow my uncle’s snowmobiles, and my mom has her own. If I can put something together, would you two be willing to come along?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What for?” Sam asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I want to check out that ship.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe looked at Zebedee and then at each other. Nothing more needed to be said. Ever since the heli copter sighting and the two dead polar bears, we’d been talking about little else. Not even hockey could distract us. We just knew, deep down, that the ship and the helicopter were connected to the dead bear cub and the tranquillizer darts. But, of course, we could prove nothing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Count us in,” Sarah said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eZebedee nodded matter-of-factly, as if he had known all along we would join him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“We need three more,” he said. “Four more if my mom agrees to come along. I can drive one of my uncle’s machines, and he has two others we can use. I’d like someone with experience driving on the ice. It can be very dangerous out there. Who would be most experienced of the Owls when it comes to the North and running a snowmobile?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe both knew at once. “The Highboys,” we said simultaneously. “Jesse and Rachel.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eZebedee nodded again, almost as if expecting that.“We also need someone who’s small enough to sneak onto the ship, but strong enough to pull himself up or down if he has to.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgain, we didn’t miss a beat.“Travis.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And if my mom comes — one more can go. Maybe someone strong, in case we have to hoist our little spy up.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was only one right choice — even if both of us dreaded the thought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nish . . . ?” we said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eZebedee nodded. “That’s what I thought.”","brand":"Screech Owls","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300094628069,"sku":"NP9780771056093","price":5.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780771056093.jpg?v=1742918645","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/trouble-at-the-top-of-the-world-isbn-9780771056093","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}