Free Thanksgiving Thief by Carolyn Keene

“Those poor turkeys!” eight-year-old Nancy Drew said. She was watching a story on the small television set in her room. “Someone needs to help them.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” asked Bess Marvin.
    Nancy explained that some wild turkeys had been spotted in the parking lot of River Heights Elementary School late yesterday afternoon. When one of the school janitors tried to catch them, though, they ran away. No one was exactly sure where they had come from.
    â€œI wonder why they were at our school,” George Fayne said.
    â€œThe news showed them trying to drink some of the dirty water coming from a broken pipe,” Nancy said. “I guess they were thirsty.”
    â€œOh, poor things,” Mary White Cloud said. “They need clean water to drink.”
    Nancy nodded. “It stinks that that broken pipe flooded some of the school offices, but I’m glad they canceled school today.”
    â€œYeah! A three-day weekend!” exclaimed Bess. “We need the time to get ready for the pageant.”
    â€œSpeaking of the pageant,” George said, “we’re all going to be turkeys if we don’t pay more attention to what we’re doing here.”
    Nancy giggled.
    Bess twirled around in front of Nancy’s mirror and looked at the beaded leather dress she was wearing. “I love being a Native American princess,” she said. “This is so cool.”
    Mary White Cloud looked at Bess. “You look great!” she said.
    Mary was a new girl in their class at school. She was Native American. The girls’ teacher, Mrs.Ramirez, had asked Mary to cast three more girls in the class to play Native American princesses in the pageant part of the River Heights Thanksgiving Celebration. Mary had chosen Nancy and Nancy’s two best friends, Bess and George. Most of the time, everyone in River Heights knew the three of them as the Clue Crew. They solved mysteries in town that baffled everyone else. George and Bess were also cousins, although they weren’t at all alike.
    â€œThe three of you are just right for the part. I hope this pageant is the best one ever at our school.”
    â€œWe do too, Mary,” Bess said. “Thanks for choosing us.”
    Nancy was always excited about the River Heights Thanksgiving Celebration. It was held at their school on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. It gave the whole town a chance to celebrate the holiday together with a pageant, a feast, and a food fair.
    â€œNow for the headbands,” said Mary. Sheopened a box on Nancy’s bed and took out four beaded strips of leather. “These were worn by real Native American princesses in a tribal ceremony in Oklahoma last year,” she told the other girls. “My uncle in Lawton sent them to me.”
    â€œCool!” Nancy said. “Maybe they’ll magically turn us into real princesses.”
    The four of them put on the headbands.
    â€œMine’s a little tight,” said Bess.
    â€œThat’s because you have a big head,” George joked.
    â€œNo, I don’t,” Bess retorted. “It’s normal.”
    â€œMine’s a little loose,” Nancy said. “Let’s switch.”

    Finally everyone had headbands that fit perfectly.
    â€œWhere are the feathers?” asked Nancy. “Don’t we have to have feathers?”
    Mary nodded. “That’s the most important part, but it’s also the most difficult.”
    â€œWhat’s so hard about finding feathers?” said George. “My pillow is full of them.”
    â€œIt can’t be that kind of feather,” Mary said. “It has to be a special feather.”
    â€œWhat makes a feather special?” asked Nancy.
    â€œIt has to come from a living bird,” Mary explained.
    â€œYou mean we’re going to have to pull a feather from a real, live bird?” Bess exclaimed. “How are we going to do that? I don’t think