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Informationen zum Autor Author of the classis Nancy Drew series. Klappentext Nancy and her friends embark on a new three-part adventure! and this time they're headed on vacation to an eco-resort. But nothing is as clean as it seems. Someone's determined to ruin their vacation and will stop at nothing to thwart the group. GREEN-EYED MONSTER #39 I ? THE EARTH So what exactly is a green fair?” I asked my friends Bess and George as we walked across the River Heights High School parking lot to the gymnasium entrance. “I’ve heard of a state fair. A science fair. Even a health fair. What’s a green fair?” Bess chuckled. “Well, it’s basically like a health fair or a science fair, but with exhibits about how you can live more greenly.” George, Bess’s cousin, wrinkled her nose. “Is that a word? Greenly? ” Bess sighed. “It is now. And you know what I mean.” We reached the gymnasium doors, and Bess pulled them open and waited for us to go in. “Ecologically responsible? Environmentally friendly? However you want to say it.” Inside, I gasped at the sheer size of the fair. The entire gymnasium was filled to the brim with exhibits—from companies advertising green products, departments from the River Heights government, even kids from the local school district. Huge posters encouraged us to live green. But I could see that we were looking at only a tiny fraction of what the fair had to offer. The exhibits stretched all the way to the far end of the gymnasium, and then even farther, down the hallway. Bess grabbed a sheet from a table to our right. “This says there are sixty more exhibitors in the cafeteria!” she cried. “Oh! And there’s a cooking class for locally grown food going on right now! And you can learn how to greenify your cleaning routine! And how to convert your car to run on old cooking grease!” George made a face. “Yeeecch.” I nodded. “That sounds like a good idea,” I allowed, “but wouldn’t you always be craving french fries?” Bess kept reading the program. “Oh, it looks like you can only do it to a car that runs on diesel,” she murmured, sounding seriously disappointed. “I guess you’ll just have to stick with your hybrid, Nance.” I sighed dramatically. “Bummer.” George looked around impatiently. “Well, let’s get started,” she suggested, gesturing to the first aisle. “At this rate, it will take us three hours to see everything, and I wanted to get some things done this afternoon.” Bess scoffed. “Get things done? What could be more important than saving the planet?” George shrugged. “Cleaning up my room?” she suggested. “It’s becoming a biohazard.” We paused in front of the first exhibit, where a pungent smell hit my nose. “Ugh. What’s that smell?” Bess asked quietly, suddenly looking less than enchanted by the green way of life. “It smells like . . . garbage,” complained George, placing her hand over her nose. I shook my head. “No, it’s more like . . . a farm?” I suggested, taking another sniff. I couldn’t say it was pleasant, but it wasn’t totally gross, either. Suddenly the woman staffing the exhibit finished her conversation with an older couple and turned to the three of us. “Hello there,” she said cheerfully. “Are you here to learn about composting in your backyard?” Bess laughed. “Oh, composting !” she cried, seeming to place the smell. “We’re old pros at composting, right, girls? Remember in third grade?” Back when we were all in third grade, our teacher had taught a section on the environment and we all learned how to compost. George laughed. &ldq Zusammenfassung George! Bess! ...
