gardens in the competition.
Petty Potts suddenly arrived behind Josh and Danny. They smiled at her, glumly. How they wished Joshâs photo of Mrs. Sharpe and Tarquin with the hedge birds had come out. Theyâd spent all morning grumbling about it, sitting by the shed in the backyard. Even when Scratch and Sniff had shown up (they lived under the shed) and sat on their shoulders for a while, they felt sad. The rats shook their furry little heads when Josh told them what had happened. âI canât stand to think of that stuck-up Mrs. Sharpe winning the prize!â said Danny. Scratch and Sniff squeaked at each other. Then they vanished back under the shed just as Mom came down the garden to tell Josh and Danny the judging was starting.
Now the crowd gathered at Mrs. Sharpeâs garden while the judge walked around it.
âYou know, I donât think you really wanted to get the police involved, anyway,â Petty muttered. âAfter all, they would have wondered how you came to be inside the Sharpesâ house. Itâs for the best.â
Mrs. Sharpeâs garden was very neat with carefully arranged plants and flowers, a perfect lawn, and a water feature with a little fountain. Mrs. Sharpe stood at her gate, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, waving white-gloved hands, and nodding at everyone, as if she were the queen.
âVery good, as usual, Mrs. Sharpe,â beamed the judge, after looking around for a few minutes. âAlways one of our star gardens. Quite immaculate.â
âWell, you know I cannot bear untidiness or unpleasantness in a garden,â simpered Mrs. Sharpe. âFor me, there has to be perfect order. Nothing less.â Tarquin stood behind her. He wore a neat navy-blue suit and a smug smile.
âWell,â said the judge. âAs this is our last garden, I think I can now announce the winner.â
An expectant hush fell upon the crowd, broken only by the buzzing of a few flies. Then a few more flies. And a bit more buzzing.
The judge fanned his face. âGosh! Your garden is a haven for insect life, Mrs. Sharpe.â
âWellâbutterflies and bees, of course,â trilled Mrs. Sharpe. She swiped something off her chin.
âNoâbluebottles and cluster flies,â said Josh.
He grinned. There were a lot of flies. Really quite a swarm in fact. Someone gave a little scream. There were now clouds of flies all over Mrs. Sharpeâs garden. They settled on her neat borders and danced around her little fountain.
âTheyâre attracted to garbage, old meat, dog poo. That kind of stuff,â Josh cheerily informed the crowd.
âI donât have garbage or old meat or dog poo in my garden!â exclaimed Mrs. Sharpe.
âWell, you must have. Youâve certainly got vermin!â pointed out Petty. And thereârunning around the fountainâwere Scratch and Sniff.
They raced up and down the lawn, squeaking, and swirling cyclones of flies followed them.
As the crowd turned panicky, Josh and Danny were doubled up laughing. Scratch and Sniff had obviously decided to help out, after hearing Josh and Dannyâs bad news earlier.
âOf course!â Josh giggled, wildly, to Danny and Petty. âScratch told us he could get flies to swarm for him. Now heâs proved it!â
Everyone was now edging quickly away from Mrs. Sharpeâs garden.
âWait! Wait!â she squealed after them, swatting flies off her clothes in crazy swoops. âIâve made tea! Iâve made cakes! Scones and jam . . . to celebrate my victory . . . â
âNothing to celebrate this year, Mrs. Sharpe,â called back the judge, scribbling on his clipboard as he ran down the road. âYou came in ninth! Better get an exterminator in for those rats!â
âBut I donât have rats! I donât!â sobbed Mrs. Sharpe, twitching and dancing while Tarquin slapped his face repeatedly.
Josh stayed long enough to take a