Arigatou gozaimasu ." Thank you.
" Dou itashi mashite ," you're welcome, he replied, bowing his head. "Next!" he called, and Elon ran up.
Willow wandered back toward her exhibit. Still no one came to see what they'd done. Most of the kids were up at the hair-swing. Well, it was no wonder. Atlanta did have a great idea, and Basil had done an excellent job putting most of it together while Atlanta was sick, and they deserved all the attention. Still, Willow wished their drone would have at least gotten some notice.
Elon joined her, followed by Linden, once they'd gotten their turns on the swing. Soon after, there was a squealing from the PA system as the microphone was turned on. Mrs. Winterson took the stage, glancing behind her with some alarm at the towering swing structure. "Good evening students, parents, relatives and friends. Thank you for coming to our school science fair. As you know..."
Willow tuned out the speech, and looked around. Holy cow, there was a working laser beam on the next aisle over! She decided to leave her station to go see the laser when she felt a tug on her arm.
She looked next to her. Linden was pointing at the stage.
The big projector screen had come down, and the projector flashed white on the screen. Principal Winterson stood to one side of the screen. "One of the science-fair projects this term was of particular importance. Some of you may have heard that we had certain problems with the cafeteria food and students were taken ill. Thanks to the deductive skills of Willow, Elon, and Linden, the mystery of the school lunches was solved. Their science-fair project was an autonomous drone." Here even Mrs. Winterson stumbled slightly over the unusual words. "They used this drone to trace the food supply chain back towards its source. In doing so, they identified criminal activities. They used their drone to record an instrumental video that led to an arrest by the police. Without further ado, I'd like to show you this video, and afterwards you may ask them any questions you like about their project."
With that, the room lights dimmed, and the video started. The video began with a short test flight of the drone. The Silver Dragon flew in their yard. It turned toward their workshop window, and for a few moments, they could see the reflection of the drone in the dark window. Then the drone zipped around the yard and their tree.
"I remember that," Linden said. "The day we had the practice flights!"
The video skipped forward to the scene of the Bannon Foods warehouse. The auditorium grew hushed as they listened to the roar of the quadcopter's four rotors as it dove into the warehouse and dropped onto the tall dry-goods stack. The video played out in its entirety, the crowd gasping at times, quiet as others, laughing as it swooped to escape toward the end. When Mr. Hutchins downed the drone with the thrown broom there were outcries of anger and booing. Then the video ended, and the room lights came back up.
"Thanks to the scientific and detective work of Willow, Elon, and Linden we once again have the local, fresh, good food we were promised," Mrs. Winterson said. "You'll find them in the back row if you have any questions. Thank you and enjoy the science fair."
With a last squeal the microphone was silenced and the crowd turned and faced them at the back of the room.
"I wanna see," a kid yelled, and ran toward them. Within seconds, they had a crowd surrounding them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
O N THE S ATURDAY morning after the science fair, Willow went to Atlanta's house. The human hair swing was set up in her backyard under a covered patio.
"It's a really good swing," Willow said. "It was a brilliant project."
"Thanks," Atlanta said. "It turns out that both of our projects were big hits at the science fair."
"It's funny how things worked out." Willow kicked higher. "You had the idea, but then got too sick for most of it. My brothers and I built an amazing drone, but it was destroyed
" Dou itashi mashite ," you're welcome, he replied, bowing his head. "Next!" he called, and Elon ran up.
Willow wandered back toward her exhibit. Still no one came to see what they'd done. Most of the kids were up at the hair-swing. Well, it was no wonder. Atlanta did have a great idea, and Basil had done an excellent job putting most of it together while Atlanta was sick, and they deserved all the attention. Still, Willow wished their drone would have at least gotten some notice.
Elon joined her, followed by Linden, once they'd gotten their turns on the swing. Soon after, there was a squealing from the PA system as the microphone was turned on. Mrs. Winterson took the stage, glancing behind her with some alarm at the towering swing structure. "Good evening students, parents, relatives and friends. Thank you for coming to our school science fair. As you know..."
Willow tuned out the speech, and looked around. Holy cow, there was a working laser beam on the next aisle over! She decided to leave her station to go see the laser when she felt a tug on her arm.
She looked next to her. Linden was pointing at the stage.
The big projector screen had come down, and the projector flashed white on the screen. Principal Winterson stood to one side of the screen. "One of the science-fair projects this term was of particular importance. Some of you may have heard that we had certain problems with the cafeteria food and students were taken ill. Thanks to the deductive skills of Willow, Elon, and Linden, the mystery of the school lunches was solved. Their science-fair project was an autonomous drone." Here even Mrs. Winterson stumbled slightly over the unusual words. "They used this drone to trace the food supply chain back towards its source. In doing so, they identified criminal activities. They used their drone to record an instrumental video that led to an arrest by the police. Without further ado, I'd like to show you this video, and afterwards you may ask them any questions you like about their project."
With that, the room lights dimmed, and the video started. The video began with a short test flight of the drone. The Silver Dragon flew in their yard. It turned toward their workshop window, and for a few moments, they could see the reflection of the drone in the dark window. Then the drone zipped around the yard and their tree.
"I remember that," Linden said. "The day we had the practice flights!"
The video skipped forward to the scene of the Bannon Foods warehouse. The auditorium grew hushed as they listened to the roar of the quadcopter's four rotors as it dove into the warehouse and dropped onto the tall dry-goods stack. The video played out in its entirety, the crowd gasping at times, quiet as others, laughing as it swooped to escape toward the end. When Mr. Hutchins downed the drone with the thrown broom there were outcries of anger and booing. Then the video ended, and the room lights came back up.
"Thanks to the scientific and detective work of Willow, Elon, and Linden we once again have the local, fresh, good food we were promised," Mrs. Winterson said. "You'll find them in the back row if you have any questions. Thank you and enjoy the science fair."
With a last squeal the microphone was silenced and the crowd turned and faced them at the back of the room.
"I wanna see," a kid yelled, and ran toward them. Within seconds, they had a crowd surrounding them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
O N THE S ATURDAY morning after the science fair, Willow went to Atlanta's house. The human hair swing was set up in her backyard under a covered patio.
"It's a really good swing," Willow said. "It was a brilliant project."
"Thanks," Atlanta said. "It turns out that both of our projects were big hits at the science fair."
"It's funny how things worked out." Willow kicked higher. "You had the idea, but then got too sick for most of it. My brothers and I built an amazing drone, but it was destroyed
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