The Mystery on the Bayou

A mysterious map. Mardi Gras Masks. Boats on the Bayou. Four curious kids. And gobs of gators! Mimi, Papa, Avery, Ella, Evan and Sadie head for the Louisiana bayou country, When Avery finds a mysterious map, strange events begin to occur! Suddenly they are all in the middle of a Cajun mystery involving curious clues, menacing alligators, spooky bayou boat rides, and "gulp" the legendary, scary rougarou?!

A mysterious map. Mardi Gras Masks. Boats on the Bayou. Four curious kids. And gobs of gators!

Mimi, Papa, Avery, Ella, Evan and Sadie head for the Louisiana bayou country, When Avery finds a mysterious map, strange events begin to occur! Suddenly they are all in the middle of a Cajun mystery involving curious clues, menacing alligators, spooky bayou boat rides, and "gulp" the legendary, scary rougarou?!


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<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

<strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>Bayou</strong><br />


First Editi<strong>on</strong> ©2019 Carole Marsh/Gallopade Internati<strong>on</strong>al/Peachtree City, GA<br />

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Once up<strong>on</strong> a time ...<br />

Hmm, kids keep<br />

asking me to write<br />

a mystery book.<br />

What shall I do?<br />

Papa said ...<br />

Why d<strong>on</strong>’t you set <strong>the</strong> stories<br />

in real locati<strong>on</strong>s?<br />


That’s a great idea!<br />

And if I do that, I might<br />

as well choose real kids as<br />

characters in <strong>the</strong> stories!<br />

But which kids would I pick?<br />


You sure are characters,<br />

that’s all I’ve got to say!<br />

Yes, you are! And, of<br />

course, I choose you! But<br />

what should I write about?<br />


We can go <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> Girl airplane ...<br />

Or aboard<br />

<strong>the</strong> Mimi!<br />

I can put<br />

a lot of<br />

Or by surfboard,<br />

rickshaw,<br />

motorbike,<br />

camel ...!<br />

legend, lore, and<br />

<strong>the</strong> books! It will be educati<strong>on</strong>al and fun!<br />

in<br />


What else can<br />

we do, Mimi?<br />

Kids and teachers<br />

can get cool<br />

stuff <strong>on</strong>line!<br />

Can we have<br />

a Fan Club<br />

with photographs<br />

and videos?<br />

Of course!<br />

Of course!<br />

And can we<br />

have c<strong>on</strong>tests<br />

and trivia and<br />

games?<br />


<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> Girl is all<br />

revved up—let’s go!<br />

You mean now?<br />

LET’S GO!<br />

nd so, join Mimi, Papa, Avery,<br />

Ella, Evan, and Sadie aboard<br />

<strong>the</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> Girl—where <strong>the</strong> adventure is<br />

real and so are <strong>the</strong> characters!<br />


www.carolemarshmysteries.com<br />

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1<br />

See Ya<br />

So<strong>on</strong>, Alligator<br />

“It’s from Roseline!” Avery exclaimed. She<br />

eagerly ripped open <strong>the</strong> purple envelope she’d<br />

snatched from <strong>the</strong> mailbox before hopping in<br />

<strong>the</strong> car.<br />

Roseline had been Avery’s best pen pal<br />

for several years. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> two girls had met at<br />

a summer camp. Each of Roseline’s letters<br />

was filled with pictures and tales of her life<br />

<strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> Louisiana bayou. It was very different<br />

from Avery’s suburban life in Georgia with<br />

her siblings, Ella, Evan, and Sadie.<br />

When Mimi and Papa, Avery’s<br />

grandparents, invited <strong>the</strong> grandkids to go <strong>on</strong><br />

a trip to sou<strong>the</strong>rn Louisiana, she was ecstatic!<br />


Mimi, a famous mystery writer, planned<br />

to research a book idea <strong>the</strong>re. Avery had<br />

something else in mind. “I can visit Roseline!”<br />

she had said. She had quickly dashed off a<br />

letter informing Roseline of <strong>the</strong>ir visit. Now,<br />

she couldn’t wait to read Roseline’s reply!<br />

“Read <strong>the</strong> letter during our flight,” Mimi<br />

suggested. “It’ll give you something fun<br />

to do.”<br />

“You’re right,” Avery said, buckling her<br />

seat belt. She pulled her l<strong>on</strong>g bl<strong>on</strong>d hair<br />

into a p<strong>on</strong>ytail. “Reading <strong>on</strong> a plane doesn’t<br />

bo<strong>the</strong>r me, but reading in <strong>the</strong> car makes me<br />

throw up!”<br />

“Get me outta here!” Avery’s bro<strong>the</strong>r,<br />

Evan, yelled, flailing his arms and legs. “I d<strong>on</strong>’t<br />

want to fly to Louisiana covered in vomit!”<br />

“D<strong>on</strong>’t worry,” Avery said, stuffing <strong>the</strong><br />

letter in her pocket. “I’ll wait. It’s called<br />

delayed gratificati<strong>on</strong>.”<br />

“You’re right! It will be a great vacati<strong>on</strong>!”<br />

Sadie cheered.<br />


“No, Sadie,” Ella said. “She didn’t say<br />

great vacati<strong>on</strong>, she said delayed gratificati<strong>on</strong>.<br />

That means putting off something you want,<br />

so you can enjoy it later.”<br />

Sadie poked out her bottom lip. “But I<br />

want a great vacati<strong>on</strong> now! Not later!”<br />

“It’s OK, baby girl,” Papa assured her in<br />

his deep, booming voice as he pulled <strong>on</strong>to <strong>the</strong><br />

highway. “A quick drive to <strong>the</strong> airport and<br />

<strong>the</strong>n it’s ‘see ya so<strong>on</strong>, alligator’!”<br />

“Papa! D<strong>on</strong>’t you mean ‘see ya later,<br />

alligator’?” Evan asked.<br />

“Nope,” Papa said. “We’re going to <strong>the</strong><br />

alligators, not leaving <strong>the</strong>m.”<br />

“Addigators scare me!” Sadie said, her<br />

blue eyes wide with alarm.<br />

Evan turned his arms into alligator jaws<br />

and chomped at his little sister.<br />

Sadie huffed. “Not funny!” she said.<br />

Ella stealthily slid her arm over and<br />

pinched Evan’s back. “Ouch!” he yelped.<br />

“Even gators should be aware of what’s<br />

behind <strong>the</strong>m,” she said with a snicker.<br />


Evan shot his sister a raspberry, spraying<br />

every<strong>on</strong>e in <strong>the</strong> back seat.<br />

“Evan!” Avery exclaimed. “I just can’t wait<br />

to see Roseline. It’ll be so nice to have some<br />

mature company for a change!”<br />

Later, when <strong>the</strong> kids were occupied by inflight<br />

movies, Avery pulled out <strong>the</strong> festive<br />

envelope in her pocket and eagerly unfolded<br />

<strong>the</strong> letter inside. But as so<strong>on</strong> as she read <strong>the</strong><br />

first words of Roseline’s letter, her mouth<br />

dropped open. Her friend had simply written:<br />



2<br />

A Mysterious Lady<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> flight was gut-wrenching for Avery.<br />

What had she d<strong>on</strong>e to make Roseline not want<br />

to see her? Was it something she’d said in <strong>on</strong>e of<br />

her letters? Should she tell Mimi and Papa and<br />

run <strong>the</strong> risk of ruining <strong>the</strong>ir trip? One thing<br />

was for sure: it was already ruined for her. As<br />

<strong>the</strong> plane descended at New Orleans, Avery’s<br />

anxiety was ascending.<br />

She turned <strong>the</strong> colorful envelope over and<br />

over in her hands. It was too late to h<strong>on</strong>or<br />

Roseline’s request, but should she still try<br />

to c<strong>on</strong>tact her? “If New Orleans is known as<br />

‘<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> Big Easy,’” she whispered, “why am I<br />

so uneasy?”<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> plane gently bumped <strong>the</strong> runway and<br />

jostled Avery from her thoughts. She spotted<br />


Evan’s bl<strong>on</strong>d head in <strong>the</strong> row of seats ahead<br />

of her. He was peeking under <strong>the</strong> big black<br />

cowboy hat that covered his grandfa<strong>the</strong>r’s<br />

face and jiggled like a pot lid with every snore.<br />

“Wake up, Papa!” he said.<br />

Ella pressed her finger to her lips,<br />

moti<strong>on</strong>ing her bro<strong>the</strong>r to be quiet. Gingerly,<br />

she pulled <strong>the</strong> fea<strong>the</strong>r out of her grandfa<strong>the</strong>r’s<br />

hat band and slid it toward his nose.<br />

Evan watched with delight and clasped<br />

his hand over his mouth to keep his giggles<br />

under c<strong>on</strong>trol.<br />

At first, Papa swatted at imaginary flies.<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>n, he mumbled and squirmed. Finally,<br />

he let out an AAAAAAACHOOOOOOO!<br />

that blew <strong>the</strong> hat off his face and startled<br />

nearby passengers.<br />

Papa rubbed his face with his ham-sized<br />

hand, yawned, and slowly sat upright. As<br />

he cleared his throat, he noticed <strong>the</strong> kids<br />

watching him. “Hey kiddos,” he murmured,<br />

“I’ve been checking <strong>the</strong> inside of my hat for<br />

holes. I wouldn’t want to get caught in <strong>the</strong><br />

Louisiana rain with a hole in my hat!”<br />


Evan set his giggles free. “Of course, that’s<br />

what you were doing, Papa!” he exclaimed.<br />

When <strong>the</strong> plane stopped at <strong>the</strong> gate, Mimi<br />

and Sadie popped over <strong>the</strong> seat backs.<br />

“I was checking <strong>the</strong> inside of my hat for<br />

holes, too,” Mimi said, straightening her<br />

favorite red cowboy hat over her bl<strong>on</strong>d curls.<br />

She grinned. “Best nap I’ve ever had!”<br />

Still holding <strong>the</strong> fea<strong>the</strong>r from Papa’s hat,<br />

Ella asked, “Is Avery asleep, too? Maybe she<br />

needs a tickly wakeup call!”<br />

Ella flipped her l<strong>on</strong>g brown hair over her<br />

shoulders and looked over at Avery. She had<br />

a worried look <strong>on</strong> her face.<br />

“You OK?” Ella asked.<br />

“Sure,” Avery answered half-heartedly.<br />

“Time to meet NOLA,” Evan said glumly<br />

as Papa handed down <strong>the</strong>ir luggage from <strong>the</strong><br />

overhead compartment.<br />

“What are you talking about?” Ella asked.<br />

“You’ve all been saying we were going<br />

to see NOLA,” Evan said. “Isn’t she some<br />

chubby old aunt who will think I’m cute and<br />


kiss me with her greasy lipstick and leave me<br />

smelling like her stinky perfume?”<br />

Mimi smiled. “NOLA is very old, and she’s<br />

been through a lot,’ she said. “But you will<br />

love her! She has so much interesting history<br />

to share!”<br />

“Oh, so she’ll bore us with lots of history,<br />

too,” Evan added.<br />

Avery ruffled her bro<strong>the</strong>r’s hair with both<br />

her hands and forced a smile. “You’re so<br />

clueless that you’re cute!” she said.<br />

“Clueless?!” Evan huffed. “You know I’m<br />

great at clues! That’s what happens when<br />

your grandmo<strong>the</strong>r is a mystery writer! Clues<br />

are our business, right, Mimi?”<br />

“Right!” Mimi agreed. “And NOLA is <strong>on</strong>e<br />

mysterious lady!”<br />

Avery also secretly hoped <strong>the</strong> “mysterious<br />

lady” could offer some clues about her friend’s<br />

disturbing note.<br />


3<br />

Ben Yay!<br />

Inside <strong>the</strong> Louis Armstr<strong>on</strong>g New Orleans<br />

Internati<strong>on</strong>al Airport, Evan forgot about<br />

meeting NOLA l<strong>on</strong>g enough to ask a questi<strong>on</strong>.<br />

“Who is Louis Armstr<strong>on</strong>g?” he asked. “He<br />

must be pretty important to have an airport<br />

named after him!”<br />

“Louis Armstr<strong>on</strong>g was a famous jazz<br />

musician from New Orleans,” Papa explained.<br />

“His nickname was Satchmo and he played<br />

<strong>the</strong> trumpet and sang. He even performed in<br />

many movies.”<br />

“He gave us so many great s<strong>on</strong>gs!” Mimi<br />

agreed. “My favorites are “What a W<strong>on</strong>derful<br />

World” and “Jeepers Creepers.”<br />

“Jeepers Creepers?” Evan said. “That’s a<br />

great name for a s<strong>on</strong>g! Oh, Jeepers,” Evan<br />


sang, “when I meet NOLA, she’ll give me<br />

<strong>the</strong> creepers!”<br />

Avery and Ella rolled <strong>the</strong>ir eyes at <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

bro<strong>the</strong>r’s antics. “Yeah!” Avery agreed. “On<br />

that note, I’m stopping to tie my shoe!”<br />

When <strong>the</strong> lace was securely knotted,<br />

Avery rushed to catch up with her family in<br />

<strong>the</strong> crowded airport. BAM! She collided with<br />

a very big man going <strong>the</strong> opposite directi<strong>on</strong>.<br />

A lea<strong>the</strong>r satchel hanging off his shoulder<br />

dumped its c<strong>on</strong>tents <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> floor. Papers, rolls<br />

of cloth, and electr<strong>on</strong>ic devices skated across<br />

<strong>the</strong> floor and am<strong>on</strong>g <strong>the</strong> feet of passersby.<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> man’s bushy beard trembled when he<br />

barked in a raspy voice, “Why d<strong>on</strong>’t you watch<br />

where you’re going, kid!”<br />

“I am sooo sorry,” a red-faced Avery<br />

apologized. She reached to pick up <strong>the</strong><br />

bearded man’s bag, noticing that it had <strong>the</strong><br />

texture of alligator skin.<br />

“I’ll get that, young lady!” said a neatly<br />

dressed man wearing shiny purple shoes. He<br />

seemed to appear out of nowhere. He rushed<br />

to retrieve <strong>the</strong> bag at <strong>the</strong> same time as Avery.<br />


CRACK! <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>ir heads smacked toge<strong>the</strong>r,<br />

and <strong>the</strong>ir arms tangled in a rope that cinched<br />

<strong>the</strong> canvas bag Mr. Purple Shoes carried. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

lumpy canvas bag hit <strong>the</strong> floor with a soft thud.<br />

It bounced slightly, and seemed to wiggle for<br />

a sec<strong>on</strong>d as though it were alive.<br />

At <strong>the</strong> same time, a few things tumbled out<br />

of Avery’s backpack.<br />

“Clumsy kid!” Bushy Beard exclaimed, as<br />

he and Purple Shoes scrambled to pick up <strong>the</strong><br />

items that had fallen out of <strong>the</strong> satchel.<br />

“I…I’m so very sorry,” Avery stammered,<br />

snatching her items and backing away.<br />

Purple Shoes c<strong>on</strong>tinued to ga<strong>the</strong>r his<br />

things but looked up l<strong>on</strong>g enough to flash<br />

Avery a toothy smile and say, “C’est la vie!”<br />

Avery knew <strong>the</strong> phrase meant “that’s life,”<br />

and she’d had enough. Hot tears stung her<br />

eyes like angry bees. First, her friend didn’t<br />

want her to come. And now, after <strong>on</strong>ly a<br />

few minutes in New Orleans, she’d made a<br />

complete fool of herself.<br />


Across <strong>the</strong> terminal, Avery spotted a black<br />

cowboy hat bobbing above <strong>the</strong> crowd. “Papa!”<br />

she yelled, weaving carefully around people<br />

to avoid a repeat of <strong>the</strong> embarrassing scene<br />

she’d just left.<br />

“Are you OK?” Mimi asked. “We thought<br />

we’d lost you!” Avery had wiped <strong>the</strong> tears<br />

from her eyes, but <strong>the</strong>re was no hiding her<br />

feelings from Mimi.<br />

“I ran into some<strong>on</strong>e,” Avery said.<br />

“Was it NOLA?” Evan asked. “Where is<br />

she? Might as well get it over with.” He closed<br />

his eyes tight and puffed out his cheeks.<br />

“What are you doing?” Ella asked. “You<br />

look like a blowfish!”<br />

“Bracing myself for all <strong>the</strong> hugs and<br />

kisses!” he said. “Where is she?”<br />

Papa made a sweeping moti<strong>on</strong> with his<br />

arm. “Thatta way!” he said. “She’s out <strong>the</strong>re!”<br />

“You mean she’s meeting us outside <strong>the</strong><br />

airport?” Evan asked.<br />

“Stop it!” Avery yelled. “I can’t take<br />

this anymore!”<br />


“Take what?” Evan asked, c<strong>on</strong>fused.<br />

“NOLA isn’t a pers<strong>on</strong>, Evan!” Avery cried.<br />

“It’s a place. It’s where we are! It’s <strong>on</strong>e of <strong>the</strong><br />

nicknames for New Orleans. N for New, O for<br />

Orleans and <strong>the</strong> abbreviati<strong>on</strong> for Louisiana is<br />

LA—NOLA! Understand now?!?”<br />

“Oh,” Evan said, with <strong>the</strong> expressi<strong>on</strong> of a<br />

fly that had just been swatted. “That’s a relief,<br />

I guess.”<br />

After Avery’s harsh words to her bro<strong>the</strong>r,<br />

Mimi was even more c<strong>on</strong>cerned. “Let’s take<br />

a break before we head to our hotel,” she<br />

suggested. “Papa, you take <strong>the</strong> kids for a<br />

snack, while Avery and I have a chat.” She put<br />

her arm around Avery’s shoulder and steered<br />

her toward a bench. “Now, tell me what’s<br />

wr<strong>on</strong>g. You’re not yourself.”<br />

More tears slipped from her eyes, and<br />

Avery spilled her guts to her grandmo<strong>the</strong>r.<br />

“She doesn’t want to see me,” Avery cried.<br />

“I thought we were great friends, and I came<br />

all this way, and she doesn’t even want to<br />

see me!”<br />

“Who?” Mimi asked.<br />


“Roseline,” Avery replied. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> letter<br />

I got right before we drove to <strong>the</strong> airport<br />

said, ‘D<strong>on</strong>’t come!’ But it was too late to<br />

change plans.”<br />

“Oh, h<strong>on</strong>ey,” Mimi cro<strong>on</strong>ed. “It’s OK.<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re could be a lot of reas<strong>on</strong>s why she wrote<br />

that. Maybe she was having a bad day. Maybe<br />

she had built her life up so big she couldn’t<br />

live up to it. She might not want you to see<br />

that her life isn’t as great as she portrayed it<br />

in her letters.”<br />

“Well,” Avery said, “some of <strong>the</strong> things she<br />

said about her home <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> bayou were pretty<br />

hard to believe. But I didn’t think she was <strong>the</strong><br />

kind of girl who would lie.”<br />

“People are complicated creatures,” Mimi<br />

observed as she gave Avery a c<strong>on</strong>soling hug.<br />

“I’m sure you’ll work things out with her.<br />

Besides, <strong>the</strong>re’s still a fascinating city out<br />

<strong>the</strong>re to explore! We’ll have a great time!”<br />

Evan skittered across <strong>the</strong> terminal floor<br />

like a squirrel crossing a highway. He balanced<br />

a bag above his head as his blue eyes twinkled<br />

with excitement. “I brought something to<br />


make you feel better,” he said, handing <strong>the</strong><br />

bag to Avery. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>se things are great—like<br />

little d<strong>on</strong>ut pillows. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>y’re called bag nets,<br />

or something like that.”<br />

“Beignets,” Mimi corrected.<br />

“Ben yays,” Evan repeated. “I didn’t know<br />

what I’d ‘ben’ missing,” he said, “but <strong>the</strong>y<br />

make you say ‘YAY!’ when you taste <strong>the</strong>m!”<br />

Avery giggled at her little bro<strong>the</strong>r. She<br />

opened <strong>the</strong> bag and took a bite of <strong>the</strong> warm<br />

fried dough dusted with powdered sugar.<br />

“Mmmm,” Avery hummed while licking<br />

<strong>the</strong> powdered sugar off her lips. “Delicious!<br />

I feel better already. Thanks, Evan. Sorry I<br />

was such a mean grump earlier.”<br />

“I forgive you,” Evan said. “Papa wanted<br />

me to tell both of you that it’s time to<br />

skedaddle. I can’t speak a lot of <strong>the</strong>se New<br />

Orleans words, but I can speak Papa. He’s<br />

ready to GO!”<br />

As <strong>the</strong>y left <strong>the</strong> airport, Avery noticed a line<br />

of people holding signs for taxi services and<br />


tourist attracti<strong>on</strong>s. But <strong>on</strong>e sign caught her<br />

eye. It said, Berger<strong>on</strong> <strong>Bayou</strong> Tours—Half Price.<br />

Avery stopped so suddenly she caused a<br />

pileup of her siblings behind her. Berger<strong>on</strong><br />

was Roseline’s last name! And holding <strong>on</strong>e<br />

corner of <strong>the</strong> sign was Roseline!<br />



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Glossary<br />

corrugated: shaped into a series of parallel<br />

ridges and grooves in order to give added<br />

rigidity and strength<br />

gumbo: a stew or thick soup, usually made<br />

with chicken or seafood, greens, and okra<br />

jambalaya: a dish of Creole origin,<br />

c<strong>on</strong>sisting of rice cooked with ham,<br />

sausage, chicken or shellfish, herbs,<br />

spices, and vegetables<br />

raspy: hoarse or harsh-sounding<br />

satchel: a bag carried <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> shoulder by a<br />

l<strong>on</strong>g strap and typically closed by a flap<br />

stilts: l<strong>on</strong>g posts used to hold a building,<br />

etc., above <strong>the</strong> ground or out of <strong>the</strong> water<br />

vicinity: <strong>the</strong> area near or surrounding a<br />

particular place<br />


SAT Glossary<br />

antics: funny, silly, or strange behavior<br />

crustacean: an animal with a hard shell<br />

and several pairs of legs, which usually<br />

lives in water<br />

festive: suitable for a feast or festival;<br />

merry or joyous<br />

nocturnal: being active or happening at<br />

night ra<strong>the</strong>r than during <strong>the</strong> day<br />

vegetati<strong>on</strong>: plants in general or plants<br />

that are found in a particular area<br />


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