Watermelon Mystery, Part 3/3

New hope surged through my veins. I stood up to compare the map with the watermelon patch, expecting to find an identical match.


Before counting again, I checked the date on the journal. 8-28. Yesterday. I counted again.

“Did Noah bring a watermelon home for lunch yesterday?”

“No, they are not quite ripe for picking.” Bev responded.

“Maybe he missed one in sketch on the map?”

“Imposible (impossible)!”

“8 watermelons.”

CLUE #3: Eight watermelons, not seven like the sketch.

I reviewed my clues. Noah’s bike still here. Noah’s dog still here. Noah had to still be here, near the sandia (watermelon) patch. But where?

Frantically I began searching under vines. Possibly the mass of leaves and vines could conceal him like a blanket.

No luck.

I walked over to pet Rex, while trying to figure out what to do next. He whimpered as he looked up at me. Then jumped up, nearly knocking me over, and started digging next to the rogue watermelon.

“Whoa boy!” I said surprised, then I took a closer look at the eighth watermelon.

It looked different than the others.

“Probably a different variety,” I thought. Examining the others, I discovered the other watermelons were nearly identical. Mysterious, to say the least. The eighth was more blueish in color, almost like Noah’s favorite blue striped shirt. Impossible.

I couldn’t believe where the facts were leading.

“What shirt did Noah wear today?”

Bev’s reply, “Blue striped.”

Dark clouds began forming overhead. Confusion and disbelief filled my mind. What if Noah was a watermelon? What could he do about that?

The storm was moving in quickly. Every flash in the sky was followed by an immediate and thunderous rumble.

“Alex, you better be getting home.” Mrs. Johnson warned. “I’m leaving now to try to beat the storm. Do you want a ride home?”

“No thanks.”

There was no way I was leaving mi amigo (my friend) alone in a storm, even if he was, potentially, a watermelon.

Now the flashes and rumbles were nearly simultaneous. I had to find cover somewhere. This was getting dangerous. Looking around, I saw the tool shed was my only option. Locked! Luckily there was an awning on the shed wide enough to stay dry. I inched close to the door as I could.

“Here boy!”

I tried to call Rex to shield him from the storm. He wouldn’t budge. In fact, he inched closer to the rogue watermelon.

I still couldn’t believe where the facts were leading. One minute I was completely convinced my best friend was a watermelon, the next I was certain that it was entirely impossible.

Although nothing could compare with what happened next. Rain was gushing down from the gray storm clouds, and that’s when I saw a sight I will never forget. A flash came down from the sky, and struck the watermelon patch. I froze paralyzed.

“Noah, oh no.” I mumbled.

My eyes were fixed on the watermelon patch, while the thunder echoed all around me, shaking the tool shed.

“What! Impossible! I exclaimed happily.

I ran to hug my friend, still drenched in rain and watermelon slime. All I could do was stare, shake my head, and smile. The impossible was now possible.

“How did this happen?” I asked Noah.

“I have no idea. Maybe it had something to do with the sandia (watermelon) seed I swallowed last night after supper.” He said shaking his head.

Noah looked as good as new. The rain had washed away the slime.

“Let’s keep this our little secret.”

“Deal. No one would believe me if I told them.” I shrugged.

“Maybe next time a seedless variety would be safer?” Noah asked.

“Definitely seedless.”

Talk about it.

What happened in the story?
Were you surprised by the ending?
Maybe you would have ended the story another way.  Tell me about it.
Draw an illustration for the story.

Watermelon Mystery, continued.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I began firing questions at Bev.

What time does he usually return home?


I checked my watch.


Noah had been missing for at least an hour. We had better work fast.

He talks a lot about the garden.

“Any specifics you can remember?” I opened by notebook, eager to write down any pertinent information. Mrs. Johnson…seven watermelons total…Mr. Brown.

“Mr. Brown? Who’s Mr. Brown?” I asked.

“An older gentleman who tends a tomato patch across from Noah’s.”

“Oh, I almost forgot, the journal. The journal logs everything Noah knew about the watermelon patch. There are even drawings.” Said Bev as she handed me the journal.

“This one’s pretty interesting.” I said as I thumbed through the journal. I stopped and studied the most recent drawing of the watermelon patch. “Can I have a copy of this?”

“Thanks.” I said grabbing the copy. “I better get back to the scene.”

As soon as I arrived at the scene I looked around for Mr. Brown. He was nowhere in sight.

Sooo, it was Mr. Brown. My mind started jumping to conclusions. He’s the reason my friend is missing. Ah ha hah. There is no stumping Alexandro Martinez, CSI. Now the biggest questions I needed answered were where? and how?

“Mrs. Johnson could I ask you a few more questions, specifically about ‘Mr. Br-?”

Before the question left my lips, she started.

“Oh, that poor man, he had back surgery a couple of weeks ago. Out of the garden for at least six weeks, maybe longer. The garden was the highlight of his day.”

“Yes, but have you actually seen him.” I asked suspicious.

“I took him a casserole yesterday, he is in so much pain.”

I stared at the ground dejected. My only lead—destroyed. Slowly I walked away, back to the scene of the crime. As I ducked under the crime scene tape, I sank down in the dirt at the corner of the watermelon patch.

I checked my watch 11:12 a.m. Noah had now been missing for 2 hours and 27 minutes. My hands dropped in my lap.

I heard something crinkle in my pocket.

Questions to ponder.

What do you think in in his pocket? Would that make a crinkling noise in your pocket?
Do you think Alex will find Noah? Where?
What emotions do you think Alex is feeling right now?
Draw a picture of the watermelon mystery and/or did you learn any new Spanish words?

A Watermelon Mystery

The setting of my first blog is a community garden. The benefits of connecting children and gardening are plentiful. As a farmer’s daughter, I still have a direct connections between crops and food, but for most people that is not the reality. Gardening can be a great learning experience.  It is good for kids to get dirty, try, fail, succeed, and persevere.  It is important that kids know where their food comes from.  Yes, it’s time-consuming.  Yes, it’s messy.  And it yes, it can be very rewarding (even for adults). Now with the recent trend in community gardening, it can even connect you with others in your community.  So come on…big or small, get in the gardening game!


Alejandro Martinez, CSI: Watermelon Mystery

Today at approximately 12:25 p.m., I received a call. Not just any call, a call that would change my life.

“No, Noah’s not here. No, I haven’t seen him this morning. Is he at the garden? Sure, I would be glad to check on it.”
As I turned my bike into the community garden I expected to see Noah meticulously weeding the watermelon patch. I walked all around the perimeter of the garden. No sign of Noah anywhere. Suspicious. I was starting to believe we needed an investigator for this case. Noah lived for gardening, and lucky for him, I lived for misterioso (mystery). Escena del Crimen (Crime Scene Investigator), Alexandro Martinez, was on the case.


After securing the premises with crime tape, I began conducting my investigation. The first piece of evidence found was Noah’s bicicleta (bike) lying by the watermelon patch.

I scanned the garden for witnesses. I noticed a woman working in the tomato plot right next door. Mrs. Johnson loved gardening as much as Noah. She was here all the time.

“Have you seen Noah?” I asked Mrs. Johnson.

“Yah, I sure did. I saw him this morning weeding the sandia (watermelon) patch, but when I looked up he was he was gone.” Said Mrs. Johnson confused.

“Interesting. Very, very interesting….” I mumbled.

“He didn’t even come over to say hello. He always says hi.”

I decided to search the watermelon patch for clues.

Clue 1: Noah’s bike was still lying by the patch.

As I walked through the melons, I saw something I could not believe.

“Rex, what are you doing here?” He looked up, but he didn’t move. His hopeful doggy face looked bewildered.

Clue 2: Rex lying in the watermelon patch.

Very perplexing. Rex was always by Noah’s side. Where could mi amigo (friend) be? And why was Rex still here?

Why would Rex stay near the watermelon patch when Noah was nowhere in sight. Maybe Noah’s mom would know what to do.

“No luck.” I texted Noah’s mom. “Can I drop by?”

“Sure, I’m getting worried.” Bev quickly replied.

As I pedaled my bike my mind buzzed with questions, but the biggest one remained. Where was my best friend?

Talk about it….
Where do you think Noah is?
Did you learn any new Spanish words?
Do you like watermelon?
Can you describe what watermelon tastes like?
What could you compare a watermelon to? Think about: shape, color, weight, design.


Come by again to see what happens next in the Watermelon Mystery!