It was another hot summer day in Donnybrook, Maine. Twelve-year-old Ashley Enright looked out her bedroom window and saw that the ocean was as flat as glass. There wasn’t even the slightest breeze. She laughed to herself and thought, “I guess these are what they call the Dog Days of Summer.
She used her cell phone to call her best friend, Josh Stewart.
“Hi, Josh,” said Ashley when her friend answered the phone. “What were you going to do today?”
“I don’t know,” said Josh with a sigh. “Any ideas?”
“We could go to the beach for a while and read,” suggested Ashley.
“Too boring,” said Josh. “Oh wait, I could bring my Dad’s metal detector and look for coins and stuff.”
“O.k.,” said Ashley. “Why don’t you come over here and we’ll go to the beach at the end of the road. Her house was the last house on Foggy Bottom Road and it overlooked a crescent beach.
