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    QUESTIONS: Would Patch have said yes to this case too? What are the first steps that he would take to get to the bottom of Mr. Maxwell’s unusual behavior?
    9:31 P.M.,
M Y B EDROOM
    F rederick leaps onto my bed, carrying a fake bone that he madly shakes back and forth until it’s totally blurry. I remind him, “Freddy Fred Frederick, you are not a dog.” Not surprisingly, my words fall on deaf cat ears. Poor Frederick, that’s why he doesn’t have any furry feline friends. He’s convinced he’s a furry canine!
    Frederick is about to curl up in a ball, the way a cat would do if he were to go to sleep, when his mood suddenly shifts. He starts sniffing my hands with great suspicion. He knows I’ve been with another animal! I quickly reassure him, “Frederick, it’s just a forlorn bunny in need of some analysis. You’re still my number one boy cat.”
    But Frederick has a different opinion of the situation. He decides to sleep on a heap of dirty clothes instead of my cozy bed tonight. While he broods in the corner, I insist, “Your favorite sleeping spot is still here if you change your mind.”
    I crawl under my swirly pink paisley sheets, take outmy PDA, and press the on button. Immediately, a loud pop tune blasts from the pint-size troll speakers. I quickly turn down the volume, careful not to alert my always on-duty mother to the fact that I’m still up. With the sound muted now, I input my data about today’s wild ride.
    Then I decide to respond to Amy’s e-mail message from earlier this afternoon.
    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
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    I never knew that you and mathematics were such “good friends.” I wish I could say the same. That particular subject and I are not even close to being casual acquaintances. I haven’t been able to open a book since the last school bell. The new case is proving to be intriguing. I’ve decided to call it “The Case of Maxwell: The Depressed Orphan Bunny.” Please keep this important detail to yourself. I only revealed it to you because you’re my best friend and best friends know how tokeep secrets, and of course as inspiration for the new look that you’re designing for me.:)! Portia
    P.S. Not sure stripes are my thing.
    I’m just about to shut down when I notice the reminder I had left on my PDA from early this morning.
    REMINDER: Find your missing father!
    It’s a fact that no matter what kind of day I’m having, each night I work hard to stay on track and review the case of a lifetime, “The Case of Patch, My Missing Father: A Man of Many Hats.” Now that I have taken on the Maxwell case, I’ll have to work extra hard on the search to find my father.
    A solitary bird sings a sweet song in the darkness outside my window. This nature melody fills the warm, starry night. I close my eyes and try to imagine my father, Patch, for the trillionth time, reminding myself that the world cannot be that big a place. The universe is filledwith much bigger planets than Earth, like Saturn and Jupiter, for example. Here, on our home planet, there are definitely ways to find people, especially traveling and long-lost fathers.

Chapter 6
    7:24 A.M.,
M Y B EDROOM
    I t’s morning, and I find Frederick back on the bed, resting against my feet, having returned to his favorite sleeping spot. He slowly lifts his head and sniffs the air. It appears that he’s going to give me a second chance, but then he dramatically leaps off the bed, rushing around, seriously scoping out all the corners of the room. But all he finds are dust bunnies, not a real one named Maxwell. I tell him, “I promise to spend more time with you. I just need to conquer the subject of mathematics, rescue a living thing in need, and find the father I have never known. You’ll see. I’ll have mountains of time soon.”
    The telephone rings downstairs. I hear Indigo