Lark Takes a Bow - Natasha Deen - E-Book

Lark Takes a Bow E-Book

Natasha Deen

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Mysteries seem to follow Lark and Connor Ba wherever they go, and today is no exception! The part-time detectives head to their local community theater to rehearse the play they are in, only to discover that someone is playing pranks on the theater company. The twin sleuths need to work quickly to catch the culprit before one more prank closes down the play for good. It's showtime, Lark and Connor!

Lark Takes a Bow is the third title in the Lark Ba Detective series, following Lark Holds the Key and Lark and the Diamond Caper.

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Text copyright © 2018 Natasha Deen Illustrations copyright © 2018 Marcus Cutler

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

Deen, Natasha, author Lark takes a bow / Natasha Deen ; illustrated by Marcus Cutler. (Orca echoes)

Issued in print and electronic formats. ISBN 978-1-4598-1715-9 (softcover).—ISBN 978-1-4598-1717-6 (PDF).—ISBN 978-1-4598-1717-3 (EPUB)

I. Cutler, Marcus, illustrator II. Title. III. Series: Orca echoes

PS8607.E444L39 2018 jC813'.6C2017-907694-9C2017-907695-7

First published in the United States, 2018 Library of Congress Control Number: 2018933736

Summary: In this early chapter book, amateur detectives Lark and Connor Ba figure out which of their follow actors is playing pranks on the local theater company.

Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.

Edited by Liz Kemp Cover artwork and interior illustrations by Marcus Cutler Author photo by Richard Jervis


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For Conner, Austin and Ethan


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

The Words Lark Loves


An Excerpt from “Lark Holds the Key”

Chapter One

My name is Lark Ba, and I have my head in the clouds. Well, not really. If I had my head in the clouds, I’d be as big as a giant! That would be neat, though, because I’d finally be taller than my brother, Connor. He’s my little brother, and he’s way younger than me.

Having my head in the clouds is something my halmoni—that’s Korean for grandmother—says when I start daydreaming and get distrackTed, distracktid, distracted. I am trying hard to concentrate, only it is difficult because Connor and I are in a play, and I’m so excited!

The kmunity, cahmounity, community theater is doing Alice in Wonderland, and both Connor and I got parts! He gets to be a tree and the White Rabbit. I get to be the Caterpillar and one of the flowers. Plus, we each have talking parts. Pluser, I get to do more talking than Connor. That part is the bestest!

Being in a play means practicing very, very hard to memorize our lines. Connor and I were in the basement of our house. We had to be very, very quiet because it was early in the morning and we’d get in trouble if we woke up Mom, Dad or Halmoni. I sat on the couch with Max, our dog. Connor stood in front of us. “Connor, you’re doing it wrong,” I said.

He scowled. “No, I’m not.”

Ugh. Little brothers. “Yes, you are. You’re just standing there!”

“Lark, I’m a tree. I’m being a very good tree.” To prove it, he stood with his feet wide apart and lifted his hands to the sky. “See? That’s a tree.”

“That’s a stump with some branches. You’re a tree! You have to look like it!”

He dropped his hands and backed away. “No! No way! You’re not painting my face green with that sticky makeup again! I still have some behind my ears, and it’s been two days.”

I sighed. “I’m not talking about face paint. I’m talking about being a tree. They don’t just stand there. They move if there’s a breeze. Look at me.” I stood with my feet wide apart and raised my arms. Then I wiggled my fingers and swayed my arms from side to side. “Like this.”

“But there’s nothing in the script about a breeze,” he said.

“You’re an actor. You’re supposed to use your imagination and pretend big things. You should listen to me. After all, I’m older—”

“You are not!”

“—much older—”

“Twins, Lark, we’re twins! And you’re only older by ten minutes!”

“You should still listen to me because it’s a good idea.”

Connor folded his arms. “Okay. I can wave my hands around and pretend there’s a breeze. But I need a break. Let’s practice your part.”

“I was practicing all last night, in bed.”

“I know,” said Connor. “I have the bunk underneath yours. And you’re loud, even when you’re trying to be quiet.”