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if you can, the Kittenshrieks of shock and alarm, rapidly giving way to amazement and (if I may say so!) grudging admiration, as I tell Jess and Kat what transpired under Frosty’s watchful eye.
    Imagine my mom’s efforts not to WIG OUT when I explain that I will be working on a Very Special Science Fair project this year, and with whom. She actually puts her hand on my forehead, like I’m sick or something.
    Imagine and then we’ll move on, because Matthew and I have a LOT of work to do. X is not going to reveal its identity without a fight!
    (And I hope you enjoyed the poetic snippet above, because that is the LAST poem you will be hearing from me for a while. I am a Scientist now. I even told Mr. Frasconi I was taking a break from writing poems till I found my New Perspective, though I will still drop by for friendly Mister Mastor Mentor chats because we’re pals.)
    Over cups of chai tea at the Moonbeam Diner, Matthew explains to me that the scientific method has several steps:
    Make observations.
    Form a hypothesis based on your observations.
    Make predictions based on your hypothesis.
    Do experiments that test your predictions. If they work, you have discovered a Law of Nature and can win valuable prizes! Dinner for two at the Marriott, a convertible sophabed, or even the Nobel!
    See, this is the sneaky, underhanded way they educate you at the Pound. You think you’re slacking off, drinking tea and mooning over Matthew in the Moonbeam, but actually you’re learning the scientific method. Sneaky, sneaky.
    Our first step, make observations, means we must Observe the phenomenon we want to study and Describe what we see. I thought we could start with a basic review of the entire body of literature, poetry, and art pertaining to love since the beginning of time, just to get warmed up. But Matthew, insightfully, pointed out that this would take us probably the whole rest of our lives, and the science fair is in April. He also thinks it’s best to focus on stuff that’s actually happening in front of you, or that can be verified by primary sources (meaning the people who were there). See how smart my DeductiveDawg is?
    As our mugs are refilled by one of the Moonies, we narrow down our fact-gathering objectives to the following list:
    A: PRIMARY PHENOMENA OF LOVE
    Felicia’s crush on Matthew
    Matthew’s not-crush on Felicia
    B: SECONDARY (AND HISTORIC) PHENOMENA OF LOVE, VERIFIED BY PRIMARY SOURCE INTERVIEWS WITH:
    Our friends: Kat, Jess, Randall, Jacob
    Our parents
    Miscellaneous Wise and Cooperative Adults Who Might Have Something Interesting to Say About Love: Mr. Frasconi, et sweatera.
    Jacob, by the way, is Matthew’s other best Dawgbuddy besides Randall. Jacob is just getting back from Los Angeles, where his way-famous actress mom was opening in a play. Who knew they even had plays in Los Angeles?
    Jacob is a bit mysterious but extremely well mannered, a deep Dawg with his own personal style. Jacob, get this, plans to be a professional sitar player one day.
    Tea in mugs and list in hand, Matthew and I settle on some basic ground rules for our research.
    We decide to conduct the interviews as a team, since one of us might unwittingly skip over stuff we already know about our Kitten- or Dawgpals or our own parents, and then the other one would not get to Observe and Describe the skipped-over stuff.
    We decide to make Jacob our first interview subject, since he just got back from the Coast, baby, and Matthew wants to see him anyway and find out about his trip to La-La.
    We also decide that, in order to maintain some secrecy about our project (ever since MIT, Microsoft, and NASA started sending talent scouts, the science fair at the Pound has been getting a bit competitive) and also because we are really loving this chai tea, we will have as many strategy meetings as possible here at the Moonbeam. We like this table, too, because of the way it catches the light at this late-afternoon hour and because it’s not