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Informationen zum Autor Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books. Klappentext This camp has gone to the dogs! Nancy and her classmates are entering a model-building contest to win the prize of a lifetime-a chance to spend a week in northern New Mexico! But before Nancy, Bess, and George can even enter their pueblo model, it's been destroyed! Plus Hannah's been acting very strange recently. Something sinister is definitely afoot. Have the girls angered the Taos Indian spirits by building the model, or is the threat something closer to home?Camp Creepy Chapter One Project Pueblo “And the team with the winning Native American model gets to spend the weeklong break at a camp in northern New Mexico!” Mrs. Ramirez announced. “In keeping with the spirit of the Native Americans, whatever you use must come from items around your house. This is a green competition.” “Wow!” Eight-year-old Nancy Drew whispered excitedly to Bess Marvin, who was sitting behind her. “That is so cool!” “We have to build it first,” Bess whispered back. George Fayne leaned over from her desk across the aisle from Nancy. “It’s in the bag,” she said. “I know exactly what we’re going to do.” Their third-grade teacher, Mrs. Ramirez, had just told them that the uncle of their classmate Katherine Madison had bought a large summer camp near Taos, New Mexico. He had offered to let the winning team spend a week there over break—free of charge. After the announcement Mrs. Ramirez called for quiet study time, but Nancy found it impossible to concentrate. She wanted to know what George and Bess thought. George and Bess were cousins, though they didn’t look or act anything alike. They were Nancy’s best friends, and the three of them made up the Clue Crew. The Clue Crew was well-known at River Heights Elementary for solving mysteries. Finally, the recess bell rang. With Nancy in the lead, the girls ran to a far corner of the playground. “Now nobody can hear us,” Nancy said. “What’s your plan, George?” “If we want to win this competition, we’ll obviously have to focus on just one group of Native Americans,” George said with a grin. “The Taos Indians. I saw a documentary about them last night on TV. I know all about their culture!” “Taos!” Nancy exclaimed. “That’s where the summer camp is.” “Exactly.” George nodded. “What if someone else chooses them?” Bess asked. “We’ll tell Mrs. Ramirez before anyone else does,” Nancy said. When the bell rang to end recess, Nancy and her friends raced back to their classroom. “Excellent choice, girls!” Mrs. Ramirez said when they told her. “I’ll put that down for you.” After school, as they headed back to Nancy’s house, George said, “I printed a picture of the Taos pueblo from the Internet. I think it’ll be easy to make.” George was a whiz with computers. Up in Nancy’s room, George pulled out the picture. The building was three stories high and looked like wooden blocks stacked on top of each other. Each block was smaller than the one below it. “What’s it made of?” she asked. “Adobe,” George said. “That’s earth mixed with water and straw.” “I see wood sticking out at the top,” Bess pointed out. “Those are called cross-timbers,” George said. “They help support the roof.” “Got it,” Nancy said. “I know exactly what we can use.” Just as Bess opened her mouth to ask what, they heard barking in Nancy’s backyard. Nancy walked over to the window. “Chocolate Chip has company,” she said. “That’s strange.” “What’s strange?” George asked, joining Nancy at the window. “I’ve never seen that other dog around before,”
