Chapter 21THE LAWN CREATURES
Late the next morning, Ivy stopped by Uncle Walter’s trailer to deliver some of Grandma’s homemade cinnamon rolls. When Uncle Walter unlocked the door, Ivy pointed to his small yard.
“Hey, Uncle Walter, what happened to your lawn creatures?”
Uncle Walter ran his fingers through his brown hair with a hint of silver showing on the sides.
“What’d you mean?”
“They’re gone.”
“Gone?”
Uncle Walter stepped outside and looked around. His snowy yard was empty, his lawn creatures kidnapped. “How do you like that? An art heist on Halloween night.”
When Uncle Walter and Ivy entered the sheriff’s office in the basement of the county courthouse to report the theft, Edna Jean Whittaker gestured wildly at Charlie. Her high-pitched voice screeched. “A UFO landed on my la
