{"product_id":"sasquatch-and-the-muckleshoot-isbn-9780735231788","title":"Sasquatch and the Muckleshoot","description":"\u003cb\u003eAmong the towering fir trees of the Pacific Northwest, a famously elusive creature is in serious trouble.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eINCLUDES AN EXCLUSIVE BONUS STORY about the medieval Secret Order of the Unicorn!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll Elliot wants is a nice, normal day at school. All Uchenna wants is an adventure. Guess whose wish comes true? \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProfessor Fauna whisks the kids—and Jersey, of course—off to the Muckleshoot territory in Washington, where film crews have suddenly descended en masse to expose Bigfoot to the world, and the Schmoke logging company is bringing in some awfully large machinery.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCan the Unicorn Rescue Society escape the blades of the Schmokes’ chain saws? Outsmart a cable news team? And are those big, hairy creatures running through the forest \u003ci\u003ereally\u003c\/i\u003e Bigfoot?\u003ci\u003ePraise for the Unicorn Rescue Society series:\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Creature of the Pines\u003c\/i\u003e is a 2019 E.B. White Read-Aloud Award (Middle Reader) finalist!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\"An easy, fun hook for readers.\" -\u003ci\u003eNew York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \"A rollicking tale with engaging characters and an irresistible premise.\" -\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \"As facts are interwoven and also combined with a multitude of puns, the narrative is informative and lighthearted.... Learning while laughing is the goal, and it is achieved.\" -\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eAdam Gidwitz\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of the critically acclaimed, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling Grimm trilogy. He spent six years researching and writing his Newbery Honor-winning \u003ci\u003eThe Inquisitor's Tale\u003c\/i\u003e, including a year living in Europe. Adam lives with his family in Brooklyn, NY. Find Adam online at adamgidwitz.com or @AdamGidwitz.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJoseph Bruchac\u003c\/b\u003e is a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of over a hundred books, many of which draw on his Abenaki heritage. Although his northeastern American Indian heritage is only one part of an ethnic background that includes Slovak and English blood, those Native roots are the ones by which he has been most nourished. He continues to work extensively in projects involving the preservation of Abenaki culture, language, and traditional Native skills. Joe and his books have won numerous awards, including the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Native Writers Circle of the Americas.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eChris Lenox Smith\u003c\/b\u003e is the Creative Director and cofounder of Mixtape Club, an award-winning audiovisual creative studio. Mixtape works with a range of brands and artists, including Google, HBO, ESPN, Spotify, Primus, and They Might Be Giants, to create memorable, narrative-driven films. Chris is a two-time winner of the ADC Young Guns Award for animation and music composition. His work spans across media, from short films and commercial work to musical scores that marry influences from the precomputer era with modern techniques.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJesse Casey\u003c\/b\u003e is the Managing Director and cofounder of Mixtape Club, an award-winning audiovisual creative studio. Mixtape works with a range of brands and artists, including Google, HBO, ESPN, Spotify, Primus, and They Might Be Giants, to create memorable, narrative-driven films. Drawing from his twin backgrounds in computer programming and printmaking, Jesse's work embraces contemporary technology as a means to recreate the craft and artistry of classic film and animation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eHatem Aly\u003c\/b\u003e is an Egyptian-born illustrator whose work has been featured on television and in multiple publications worldwide. He currently lives in New Brunswick, Canada, with his wife, son, and more pets than people. Find him online at metahatem.com or @metahatem.\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUnicorns are real.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAt least, I think they are.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDragons are definitely real. I have seen them. Chupacabras exist, too. Also Sasquatch. And mermaids—though they are \u003ci\u003enot \u003c\/i\u003ewhat you think.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut back to unicorns. When I, Professor Mito Fauna, was a young man, I lived in the foothills of Peru. One day, there were rumors in my town of a unicorn in danger, far up in the mountains. At that instant I founded the Unicorn Rescue Society—I was the only member—and set off to save the unicorn. When I finally located it, though, I saw that it was \u003ci\u003enot \u003c\/i\u003ea unicorn, but rather a qarqacha, the legendary two-headed llama of the Andes. I was very slightly disappointed. I rescued it anyway. Of course.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNow, many years later, there are members of the Unicorn Rescue Society all around the world. We are sworn to protect all the creatures of myth and legend. Including unicorns! If we ever find them! Which I’m sure we will!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut our enemies are powerful and ruthless, and we are in desperate need of help. Help from someone brave and kind and curious, and brave. (Yes, I said “brave” twice. It’s important.)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWill you help us? Will you risk your very \u003ci\u003elife \u003c\/i\u003eto protect the world’s mythical creatures?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWill you join the Unicorn Rescue Society?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI hope so. The creatures need you.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eDefende Fabulosa! Protege Mythica! \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMito Fauna, DVM, PhD, EdD, etc.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eCHAPTER ONE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUchenna Devereaux looked around the class­room.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSomething was wrong.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAll the usual kids were there. Jimmy, the big boy with the crew cut, had learned to fart to the tune of “Happy Birthday” over the weekend, and was showing his new skill to his pals Jasper and Johnna. They were singing along. Janey was star­ing out the window, digging into her nose with a finger—no, now two fingers. Pai Lu was wearing black eyeshadow, black nail polish, and black lip­stick, and she sighed heavily as she read from a book of poetry by Algernon Swinburne called \u003ci\u003eA Ballad of Death\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAll of this was normal.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd yet, there was definitely something wrong. . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTheir teacher, Miss Vole, was trying to teach them about trees. “Do you children know what an oak tree is?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUchenna sighed. Miss Vole always treated them like they were in kindergarten.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“An oak tree is one of the tallest trees here in New Jersey. But on the West Coast, in states like California, Oregon, and Washington—” She paused. “Have you heard of the West Coast, children?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe lesson made Uchenna want to stick a pencil through her ear canal and into her brain. Which meant Elliot, her best friend and an expert on pretty much everything, was probably ready to throw himself through one of the hermetically sealed classroom windows. Uchenna glanced at him. . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElliot! That’s what was wrong. Where was Elliot?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUchenna swiveled around in her chair, look­ing for Elliot Eisner, the only other kid in the school who was a member of the incredibly secret Unicorn Rescue Society. What happened to him? Why wasn’t he in school? Was he sick? Had there been an accident? Maybe one of their enemies had captured him! Or was it—\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eBAM! \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe door flew open, knocking three framed pictures off the wall.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eStanding in the doorway was a tall man with a black-and-white beard, crazy hair, a threadbare tweed suit, and eyebrows that looked like some­thing out of a science experiment.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“\u003ci\u003eBuenos días\u003c\/i\u003e, Miss Vole!” Professor Fauna ex­claimed. Professor Fauna was the school social studies teacher. Everyone thought that he was a weirdo, and that he believed in unicorns, and that his office was a torture chamber under the school. Only Uchenna and Elliot knew the truth: that he was definitely a weirdo, that he did be­lieve in unicorns, and that his office under the school was not a torture chamber, but rather the headquarters of the Unicorn Rescue Society. “I am so sorry to interrupt you,” Professor Fauna continued. “But I need to, ahem, borrow Elliot and Uchenna for a moment.” His eyes landed on Uchenna, and his face lit up. He whispered to her, “It’s about Bigfoot!” But because she was halfway across the room, his whisper was loud enough for everyone to hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Did you just say it’s about Bigfoot?” Pai Lu demanded, her words dripping with sarcasm.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eProfessor Fauna suddenly straightened up and looked very awkward. “Er . . . ah . . . um . . .” Everyone was staring at him. “Yes!” he said at last. “I did say Bigfoot! My big foot. You see, my right foot is bigger than my left. On the bottom of that big foot I have a horrible wart.” The children all gri­maced. “It is very painful,” the professor went on. “And . . . and infected! So I need Elliot and Uchenna to help me!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMiss Vole looked confused. “Why do you need Elliot and Uchenna to help you with your wart?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Right. Well . . . um . . . because . . . ,” Profes­sor Fauna stammered. “Because . . . I must drive to the doctor! But I cannot press upon the gas pedal because the wart is so painful! So one of them must do that for me while I drive. And . . . I have another wart on my thumb! So I cannot steer! So one of them will push the gas, and the other will steer, and I will sit in the driver’s seat, telling them what to do.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEveryone stared at the professor, their mouths hanging open.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It is no problem,” Professor Fauna added. “We have done it before.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFinally, Miss Vole said, “Professor, that doesn’t make any sense.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“\u003ci\u003e¡Mala palabra! \u003c\/i\u003eAm I not a teacher? Since when do teachers make sense? They are com­ing with me. Elliot, Uchenna, let’s go.” Then he looked around the room. “Wait, where is Elliot?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUchenna shrugged.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Come! \u003ci\u003e¡Vámonos! \u003c\/i\u003eWe will find him on the way!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd with that, Professor Fauna turned and swept from the room. Uchenna hurried after him, glancing back at her class as she left.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTheir mouths were still hanging open.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThen Jimmy farted the final two notes of “Happy Birthday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eCHAPTER TWO\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElliot Eisner poked his head out of the caf­eteria.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe looked to the right, in the direction of his classroom. There was no one in the hallway. Perfect.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBy dawdling, hanging back, and, finally, hid­ing behind one of the big cafeteria doors, he had waited just long enough to avoid the crush of the morning crowd. Crowds made him nervous. Ac­tually, everything made him nervous. Even his best friend, Uchenna, made him nervous some­times.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo be clear: Uchenna was awesome. She knew a ton about music, she always dressed like the lead singer in a punk rock band, and she didn’t even mind that he obsessively read books like \u003ci\u003eDeadly Beasts of Kazakhstan\u003c\/i\u003e. And \u003ci\u003eScottish Poisonous Snakes\u003c\/i\u003e. And \u003ci\u003eThe Ten Thousand Worst Ways to Die\u003c\/i\u003e, volumes 1, 2, and 4 (volume 3 was missing from the public library).\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOf all the things that made Elliot nervous, though, there was something that made him more nervous than anything else.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eActually, not something. Some\u003ci\u003eone\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElliot looked to the right again, down the hall, and then to the left, in the direction of the stairs that led to the subbasement. It was all clear. That certain someone was nowhere to be seen.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePerhaps it was going to be a good day. Per­haps he was finally going to do only normal stuff. Learn about something boring, like commas or trees. Not about supposedly mythical creatures that turn out to be real, like Jersey Devils and vi­cious dragons with magical saliva.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNot today, Elliot thought. Please let this be a boring day.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe shouldered his backpack and stepped cautiously out into the hall. Still nothing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe began to walk toward the classroom. His shoes squeaked on the newly waxed floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNo mythical creatures, he thought. No evil billionaires, no hazardous quests, no plane crashes. And not \u003ci\u003ehim\u003c\/i\u003e. Please, not \u003ci\u003ehim\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElliot glanced behind, at the stairs to the subbasement. Still clear. He turned toward the door of his classroom—\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eSMACK!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElliot blinked. He was now staring at the ceil­ing, lying flat on the floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd \u003ci\u003ehe \u003c\/i\u003ewas looking down at Elliot. The one person in the world Elliot really did not want to see this morning. It was a wild-haired, black-and-white-bearded man with a very intense look on his face.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNo, Elliot thought. Let this just be a bad dream. He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again he would be waking up at home.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Elliot!” Professor Fauna whispered. “This is no time for a nap! Come on!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElliot opened his eyes. Uchenna was grin­ning down at him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe said, “We’re going to rescue Bigfoot.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElliot closed his eyes again, sighed, and said, “Of course.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eCHAPTER THREE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eProfessor Fauna pushed open the doors of the school and marched toward the parking lot.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Bigfoot?!” Elliot said, trying to keep up. “Se­riously? Bigfoot doesn’t even exist! That myth has been debunked hundreds of times!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUchenna was singing softly to herself:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eWhat is a Bigfoot? \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eDo we even know? \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eIn the deepest winter, \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eIs it white as fallen snow? \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eLiving in the jungle, \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eIs it orange like an ape? \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eHiding in your lunch box, \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eIs it purple like a grape? \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElliot looked at her. “I have to admit,” he said, “that was one of your better songs.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUchenna grinned.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“If Bigfoot is a myth, Elliot,” Professor Fauna was saying, “why did I just get a call from Mack geqideb?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Mack guh-kay-dub?” said Uchenna, trying to pronounce the unfamiliar word. “That’s an unusual name.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe professor raised an eyebrow. “You think so? I have known a number of people named Mack! There is even a tasty sandwich named that. Have you never heard of the Large Mack Donald?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I don’t think that’s what it’s called.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Anyway, Mack is a member of the Muckleshoot Indian Nation. His name, geqideb, in Muckleshoot means ‘bright minded.’ His peo­ple live in the state of Washington. Now that is an unusual name, is it not? Washington? Why would someone name anything after two thou­sand pounds of laundry?” Professor Fauna shook his head. “Anyway, Mack and his family, like many of the Muckleshoot, are concerned about protecting the natural world . . . including crea­tures unrecognized by science!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey had come to Professor Fauna’s blue-and-white airplane, the \u003ci\u003ePhoenix\u003c\/i\u003e. It was in its usual three parking spots, between Principal Kowalski’s seafoam-green hatchback and Miss Vole’s Harley motorcycle.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA shiver skittered down Elliot’s back. It was not just that the \u003ci\u003ePhoenix \u003c\/i\u003ewas scarred with rust and dents, or that its front window was spider-webbed with cracks. It wasn’t even that on their last flight, the plane had crashed. It was that, as Professor Fauna happily admitted, the \u003ci\u003ePhoenix \u003c\/i\u003ecrashed on every flight. But somehow the pro­fessor and his friends always got it flying again. Elliot wished they would stop doing that.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eProfessor Fauna flung open the passenger door of the small plane and helped Uchenna in. Elliot hung back. Inside the plane, Uchenna picked up a camouflage backpack with holes poked all over the main compartment. She un­zipped it. A small blue creature popped out. Its head looked like the head of a tiny deer. 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