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Michael.

    â€œI’ve never seen her so happy!” shouted Andrea.
    That’s when the weirdest thing in the history of the world happened. A squirrel ran out onto the soccer field.
    Well, that’s not the weird part, because squirrels run out onto soccer fieldsall the time. The weird part was what happened next .
    Miss Klute saw the squirrel run in front of her. I guess that squirrel was a lot more interesting than the tennis ball. So Miss Klute changed direction and ran after the squirrel instead of the ball!
    The squirrel must have freaked out when it saw that giant, bear-sized dog chasing it. It changed direction and headed for the woods next to the playground!
    Miss Klute followed the squirrel!
    The two of them disappeared into the woods!
    â€œWhere did she go?” asked Ryan.
    I looked at Ryan. Ryan looked at Michael. Michael looked at Alexia. Alexia looked at Neil. Neil looked at Andrea. Andrea looked at me. Then we all looked at the woods.

    Miss Klute was gone !

“What are we gonna do?” I shouted. “We have to find Miss Klute!”
    â€œ You have to find Miss Klute, Arlo,” Andrea said. “You’re the one who lost her.”
    â€œOh, man, you’re in trouble, A.J.,” said Ryan. “If Miss Klute doesn’t come back, you’ll probably be suspended for the rest of your life.”
    Hmmm, I thought, trying to figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
    â€œNo, they’ll probably just lock A.J. up in the dungeon on the third floor,” said Michael.
    â€œI told you not to let Miss Klute run around without a leash, Arlo,” Andrea said. “Now she’s gone, and it’s all your fault.”
    Every time I do something wrong, Andrea has a little smile on her face. What is her problem?
    Riiiiinnnnnggggg!
    Oh no! It was the bell. Recess was over.
    I looked toward the woods one more time, hoping to see Miss Klute come running out. But she didn’t. Everybody went inside the school. I was the last one to come in. Mr. Macky was waiting for me in the hallway.
    â€œWho is holding Miss Klute?” he asked. “Did she like being outside?”
    â€œI guess so,” I told him. “She’s still out there, somewhere.”
    â€œWhat!?”
    Mr. Macky’s eyes were bugging out of his head like golf balls.
    â€œWe were playing fetch,” I explained, “and a squirrel ran by. Miss Klute took off after the squirrel. They both went running into the woods. And that was the last we saw her.”

    Mr. Macky looked like one of those cartoon characters who gets really mad and smoke pours out of their ears.
    â€œI told you to take good care of her!” he yelled.
    â€œI did!” I said. “She was having a great time, right up until the moment she ran away.”
    â€œWe have to find her!” Mr. Macky said. Then he went running down the hall toward the front office.
    A few seconds later, an announcement came over the loudspeaker.
    â€œAll students and teachers! Report to the playground immediately! Miss Klute ismissing!”
    A second after that, everybody poured out of their classrooms yelling and screaming and freaking out.
    â€œMiss Klute is missing!”
    â€œWhere is she?”
    â€œWe have to find her!”
    What happened next was the biggest manhunt in the history of the world. Or doghunt anyway. The whole school—kids and grown-ups—ran out into the woods by the playground. We were all searching for Miss Klute.
    â€œYoo-hoo! Miss Klute, where are you?” everybody was shouting.
    Mr. Macky was walking around the woods with binoculars. Our security guard, Officer Spence, was searching for clues with a magnifying glass. Our science teacher, Mr. Docker, was wearing night vision goggles. Our art teacher, Ms. Hannah, was putting up MISSING posters with Miss Klute’s picture on them. Our computer teacher, Mrs. Yonkers, was holding up some weird machine that said DOG DETECTOR on