“Oh, Logan!” said Tess. She thought for a moment. “Well, I have a nickel left in my piggy bank. You can have it. But you’d still need forty-five cents.”

“I have a nickel too,” Drew offered.

“Wow, thanks!” Logan took his lunch pail off his head. “Now I just have to find a way to make forty cents.”

“Maybe you could sell something from your Fix-It Shop?” Tess said. “One of your great inventions!”

Logan mulled this over. “Hmm, maybe.”

Just then they spotted Skeeter up ahead. He waited for them by the side of the road just past the Pritchetts’ apple orchard. He seemed to be sniffing something.

“What is it, boy? What did you find?” Logan called out.

Skeeter barked. Logan, Tess, and Drew began to run. Their boots slogged in the mud forming on the winding country road. Birds fluttered out of bushes and flew away.

Skeeter stood over an abandoned buggy wheel. It lay in a patch of milkweed and Queen Anne’s lace.

The rim and one of the spokes was broken. The wood was scratched up, but still solid.

“Skeeter! This is just what I needed!” Logan exclaimed.

Skeeter wagged his tail. Tess and Drew looked puzzled.

Logan grinned from ear to ear. The bad-luck day had just turned into a good-luck day!