Hunt for the Tomato Killer

I should have known something was wrong when I woke up. I mean things were looking too good to be true. With only a week before the 4-H fair, my tomato plants have gorgeous red baseballs.

I know what you're thinking. Why should I, Julie-almost-in-fifth-grade-Johnson, give a hoot about tomatoes? I can throw further than anyone in the fourth grade. And only Jimmy Young beat me running. Why worry about vegetables?

Partly because my mom wanted me to. She said I should do something non-competitiv...