Peanut Butter and Chaos: The Mythic Adventures of Samuel Templeton
By Anita Daher
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Nominated for a 2023/24 Red Cedar Award
Nominated for the 2024 MYRCA Sundogs!
When twelve-year-old Sam is struck by a bolt of lightning out of a clear blue sky, he suddenly sees everything in pixels. His life is further upended by Flum, a non-binary being from a parallel world, a missing neighbour, and astonishing powers that may not last long. Science and magic collide as Sam races to solve a mystery and help Flum return home. But what happens when solving one mystery sparks another?
Peanut Butter and Chaos is a middle grade fantasy grounded in science.
Anita Daher
Anita Daher holds memberships in The Writers' Union of Canada, The Canadian Children's Book Center, The Manitoba Writers' Guild, The Saskatchewan Writers Guild, and was a founding member of the Territorial Writers Association. When she's not writing, she likes to spend time baking, playing her guitar (badly), and turning her backyard garden into a haven for neighbourhood bunnies. Anita currently resides in Winnipeg, Manitoba, with her husband, two daughters, a basset hound, and a Westfalia camper van named Mae. For information on school presentations and workshops, visit www.anitadaher.com.
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Peanut Butter and Chaos - Anita Daher
PEANUT BUTTER
AND CHAOS
Copyright © 2022 Anita Daher
Yellow Dog
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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Title: Peanut butter and chaos / Anita Daher.
Names: Daher, Anita, 1965- author.
Description: Series statement: The mythic adventures of Samuel Templeton ; 1
Identifiers: Canadiana (print) 20220142122 | Canadiana (ebook) 20220142130 | ISBN 9781773370774 (softcover) | ISBN 9781773370781 (ebook)
Classification: LCC PS8557.A35 P43 2022 | DDC jC813/.6—dc23
Logo: CanadaTHE MYTHIC ADVENTURES OF
SAMUEL TEMPLETON
BOOK ONE:
PEANUT BUTTER
AND CHAOS
BY ANITA DAHER
Logo: Yellow DogCHAPTER ONE
SAM’S ABSOLUTELY OFFICIAL SCIENTIFIC EXPERIMENT
Sam was on the fence. Literally, and figuratively.
Literally because he was perched atop the whitewashed wooden fence that encircled his home, a neat, red-roofed blue bungalow with a large garden. In the garden, his father, Gordon Templeton, pinched tomato bleeders. After work and on weekends, Dad loved to putter in his garden almost more than anything.
Figuratively had nothing to do with a real fence. It meant he was on the edge of a next step he wasn’t sure he should take.
His father stood with a great crack of his knees, tripped over his feet, and caught himself just before falling. Typical Dad. Gordon Templeton had many positive attributes, but coordination was not one of them.
Sam opened his notebook.
Nine Step Scientific Method
On Determining Sam Samuel Templeton’s Amazing Skills of Invisibility
Only his father called him Samuel, but an official experiment needed an official name. Plus, Dad was the only one who would see it.
It had all begun with a debate he and his friend Derek had last Sunday after watching the new Starlingman vs The Chameleon movie. Derek said the best superpower was flight. Sam insisted it was invisibility. Then it hit him.
He was invisible. He was invisible to his father.
The thought shook him as he wondered how long it had been like this. Maybe a while. Maybe a long time. Sure, they talked about school and TV shows and friends and stuff, but it was like his father was talking about one thing and thinking about something else. Sam might as well have been talking to the toaster.
When he was little, he’d done lots of things with his dad. He’d had all his attention. But was that true, or did he see things more clearly now because he was older?
Next month he would start grade seven, and three months after that he would be thirteen, ergo, an official teenager.
Ergo was a word smart people liked to use. It meant, therefore.
You could just ask him,
Derek had said.
What would I say? Hey, Dad, is this something new or have you always been a bad parent?
You think he’s a bad parent?
No, but that’s what it would sound like.
Instead, he’d decided he would approach it in a language his father understood best: science. Ergo, his experiment. He would definitely not talk about superpowers. That was kid stuff, and at almost thirteen, it was time he stopped thinking like that and tried to be more like Dad. Especially if he wanted his attention. Besides, this kind of invisibility was something else entirely.
Dad was all about facts and science. Even gardening was about the science, like composting and insect cooperation and photosynthesizers. Sam, on the other hand, preferred reading and dreaming and drawing. He knew in his head that his father loved him, but he wanted him to like him too. How can you like someone you don’t even see?
Sam read over his notes.
Step Number One: The scientist must ask a testable question.
Am I invisible?
He watched his father run his fingers through the leafy stalks of each plant: pinch, pinch, pinch.
What if Sam’s experiment upset him and made things worse? That was the on the fence
part.
It would be okay. If Dad looked upset, he’d tell him it was a joke. He would say he was trying it out for a story he wanted to write. They would laugh, Dad would tousle Sam’s hair, and everything would go back to the way things used to be. He might even tell Sam that he was smart.
He wasn’t. Not that he got terrible marks at school, but he clearly didn’t get his smarts from his father.
Step Number Two: Research.
The scientist must use reliable information.
He’d made notes based on what he’d seen with his own eyes. He was his own eyewitness.
Pretty reliable.
Step Number Three: Hypothesis
My father doesn’t see me watching him, ergo, I am invisible.
People like his father used ergo in conversation. Sam knew the word because he read a lot. Ergo, he could sound smart even if he wasn’t.
Step Number Four: Create a Plan.
Step Number Five: Conduct a Fair Test.
Step Number Six: Make Observations.
Planned, tested and observed. Every day since Monday he’d watched his father garden-putter after work. On Saturday and now Sunday morning he’d watched him dig and pinch. It was like Dad’s brain was somewhere else, but that was normal in the yard. Gardening had always been his unplug
time. What wasn’t normal was that lately he was like that all the time. It’s weird to walk right in front of someone, think they are looking at you, but they don’t blink or smile or speak or anything at all. It’s like they’re looking someplace else.
Or you are invisible.
A rattle and chunk announced the arrival of a bicycle.
Good afternoon, Thyla,
Dad called. How are you today?
Thyla Smith was not invisible, nor were any other neighbours who just happened by. But when Dad talked to Thyla it bugged him.
Pretty fine, Mr. Templeton. The hummingbirds were busy today.
Thyla patted the camera slung around her neck. One of Thyla’s favourite things was to take pictures of birds. She was good at it. She was good at everything.
Sam was most definitely not jealous of Thyla. Nope.
Sometimes in his most private thoughts he wished she’d just disappear. People like Thyla shone so bright that others faded away.
It was annoying.
Dad went back to his gardening and Thyla flashed Sam a smile before pushing her bike into her own yard.
She had hair that reminded Sam of autumn leaves, and eyes that were the same shade of grey as a river before a storm. Thyla was both pretty and super smart, which to most people made her perfect. At sixteen, she was the youngest kid ever from Gilla Farm to start university. She could have gone anywhere with the scholarships she’d won but wanted to stay close to home and live with her mom and dad. Her first year at the University of Manitoba would begin in a few weeks.
Everyone knew Dad and Thyla were the two smartest people in Gilla Farm, which was why Mr. and Mrs. Smith asked Dad to be her tutor back when Thyla was in seventh grade.
To most people in the village, Gordon Templeton was the owner of the Playland Video Arcade, but they also knew that he used to be a neuroscience researcher at the Raynor Institute in Winnipeg. That meant he was a brain scientist.
The facts:
1. Sam was born
2. Six months later, Sam’s mother and Gordon’s wife, Dory Jonsdotter, moved back to Iceland and never returned.
3. Gordon Templeton quit his scientist job and moved them twenty-four minutes outside Winnipeg to Gilla Farm.
That his mother left him as soon as he was old enough to eat solid food was tragic, but he had no memory of her. Only stories. That’s why he thought of her as Dory
and not Mom.
When he was old enough to understand, Sam asked his father why he stopped being a scientist after Dory left. Dad winked and said he would always be a scientist, but that life was too short to always be so serious.
Sam didn’t buy it. Gordon Templeton never played the games at his arcade, and if you looked up serious
in a dictionary, it would show his picture.
It wasn’t that he never smiled. Just not that much. Especially not lately.
Dad smiled at Thyla.
Okay, fine. Maybe Sam was jealous of Thyla, but he tried really hard not to feel that way. It wasn’t her fault that she was perfect. It wasn’t her fault that Sam was the opposite of that. Most people thought imperfect was the opposite of perfect, but Sam didn’t. He thought imperfect was interesting. He thought the opposite of perfect was plain. Or invisible.
Look up invisible
in the dictionary and it should have Sam’s picture. Except you wouldn’t see it, because, you know, invisible.
Step Number Seven: Analyze Data.
Step Number Eight: Conclusion.
Sam moved his pencil across the bottom of the page.
Over seven days, Dad didn’t see me watching him. Yup. Totally invisible.
There was just one more part left to do.
Step Number Nine: Communicate
and Reflect.
Sam hopped from the fence, followed his father through the side door into the kitchen, and kicked off his sneakers. Dad set his gardening clogs neatly on the mat and washed his hands under the tap before drying them on a small towel kept there for that purpose. Sam squinted at his own hands and sat.
Dad gave him a pointed look. Sam sighed, went to the sink and washed while his father set two slices of whole grain bread in the toaster, retrieved the peanut butter from the cupboard, and placed it on the counter. He pulled a butter knife from the cutlery drawer, knocked the peanut butter jar on the floor with his elbow, and retrieved it while whistling a tune that sounded vaguely like Twinkle Little Star.
Dinner was still hours away. This was their favourite afternoon snack.
The sweet smell of the peanut butter on hot toast made his mouth water. Sam poured them each a glass of orange juice, then set the jug on what had once been Dory’s special tray. Sam had always liked it, not because it was a link to his mother, but because it was made of clay and carved with a bold, inlaid Icelandic pattern that made him think of mysteries and adventure. He ran his finger along one of the eight prongs that joined in the center and fanned outward to make a circle. Each prong was crossed with three parallel strokes and had an end that looked like a rounded fork.
He’d looked it up long ago and learned it was called the Helm of Awe, an ancient Icelandic symbol for protection. Early Icelanders used this and other magical symbols to bring about good fortune and other wishes. Dory must have liked that pattern, because it matched his baby blanket long packed away in a chest and the embroidered cushion on a piano bench they’d finally sold at a garage sale last month.
Maybe she knew right from the start that she wouldn’t come back and this was her way of saying that she wanted him to be safe. If you believed in that kind of stuff. He knew for sure that his father didn’t. That wouldn’t be scientific.
Dad sat,