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"It's gone!" cried Eva, pointing at the empty spot on the log. "The perfect, biggest, most open-est pinecone in the whole farm!"
"And the one I found by the stone wall is gone, too!" added her brother, Sam. They were collecting pinecones to make glittery ornaments, but their prized specimens kept vanishing.
"This is a case for the Sibling Detectives," Sam declared, pulling his hat down low.
"I'll look for clues!" Eva said, dropping to her knees. They looked closely at the snow. Next to the log, they saw tiny, frantic tracks. Not big boot prints. Not bird tracks.
"They're small," whispered Eva. "And they lead... into that big pine tree!"
The detectives followed the trail. It led them to the base of a huge, bushy tree. They looked up. And there, on a high branch, was a very chubby squirrel with cheeks full of something lumpy. He was sitting on a huge pile of the most perfect pinecones they had ever seen. Their pinecones!
The squirrel chattered at them, as if to say, "Finders keepers!"
Eva felt cross. "He's a pinecone thief!"
But Sam looked at the squirrel's cozy nest and the growing pile. "Maybe he's not a thief," he said thoughtfully. "Maybe he's just getting ready for winter. He needs to eat, too."
Eva looked from the squirrel back to their half-empty basket. Sam was right. An idea popped into her head. She took the bag of walnuts their mom had packed for a snack and poured a few at the base of the tree.
"A trade, Mr. Squirrel!" she called out.
The squirrel's nose twitched. He scurried down the trunk, grabbed a walnut, and scurried back up. A moment later, a perfect pinecone rolled off his stash and landed softly in the snow below. Plop. It was a deal! They left the rest of the nuts and took five perfect pinecones, leaving the squirrel with his treasure. They had solved the mystery not with anger, but with kindness, and their glittery ornaments felt even more special.