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to come over to help with the testing.
    Then, “Well, see ya,” Josh said.
    â€œSee ya,” Wilson replied.

7
    It didn’t turn out to be very windy that night, after all. All three tents were fine——when Kipper went out in the morning to wake up Peck-Peck and Snappy and bring them indoors for breakfast.
    Josh’s dad dropped off Squiggles’s cage, with Squiggles inside it, at Wilson’s house mid-morning. Wilson had wondered if Pip and Squiggles would be happy to see each other, since they were sister and brother.
When he placed them both on his bed, Pip just sat there blinking, but Squiggles darted down the covers and across the room, as if to get as far away from his sister as possible. Wilson liked Kipper more than that.
    â€œI’m going to try to find out which color hamsters like best,” Wilson told Kipper, who had come into his room to help with the experiment.
    â€œMy favorite color is blue,” Kipper said. “Snappy’s favorite color is green. Peck-Peck’s favorite color is black.”
    â€œI have a red bowl, a green bowl, a blue bowl, and a yellow bowl,” Wilson continued. “I’m going to put the same amount of food in each bowl and see which color they pick.”
    â€œYou don’t have a black bowl,” Kipper said.

    â€œSo?”
    â€œSo what if their favorite color is black, like Peck-Peck’s?”
    Wilson took a deep breath. “I can’t try every single color in the whole world. Besides, we don’t have a black bowl. The set Mom bought just has these four colors.”
    â€œWhat if each hamster has a different favorite color?” Kipper asked. “People don’t all have the same favorite color.”
    Wilson did his best to remain patient. “That’s what we’re going to find out, Kipper.”
    What Wilson found out, however, was that hamsters didn’t seem to have a favorite color at all. Sometimes Squiggles ran to the blue bowl, sometimes to the red one, sometimes to the green or yellow one. The same was true of Pip. Wilson wrote it
all down in his science notebook, but he could tell he was getting nowhere. It had been, as far as Wilson could tell, a completely wasted hour.
    â€œMy teacher said hamsters are colorblind,” Kipper suddenly said. “She says hamsters can’t see color.”
    Wilson stared at Kipper in disbelief. Now was the time that Kipper shared this tidbit of information?
    â€œWhy didn’t you say something sooner?” Wilson shouted.
    Kipper pushed out his lower lip. “I just remembered. I can’t remember everything , Wilson!”
    Without a word, Wilson put Squiggles in his cage and Pip in her cage. He walked out of his room and slammed the door.
    Wilson didn’t like Kipper any better than Squiggles liked Pip, after all.

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    At school on Monday morning, Josh came up behind Wilson as Wilson carried Squiggles’s cage to its corner; Squiggles had spent the night with Wilson.
    â€œHow did Squiggles do?” Josh asked.
    â€œTerrible. I tried to find out his favorite color, but guess what? Hamsters are colorblind.”
    Josh laughed. “I boiled a pickle for a whole hour and it didn’t explode.”
    Wilson laughed, too, glad Josh was being friendly again.
    â€œAre there any other ways you can try to make a pickle explode?” Wilson asked. “You’ve already tried the oven, and the microwave, and boiling it.”
    Josh’s face brightened. “Dynamite?” Then his face fell. “My parents won’t let me try dynamite.”

    Wilson was relieved that there was at least one thing Josh’s parents wouldn’t let him do.
    Laura, who had been standing nearby, joined the boys and clucked a friendly good morning to Squiggles in his cage. “I have an idea,” Laura said.
    Both boys turned toward her hopefully. Laura always had great ideas.
    â€œI got my science fair experiment