Heya,

Just your friendly Spencerville sleuth here, Mazey. Squirrels planning a nuts rebellion turned out to be butterflies hurling fish sticks at Choco Castle. Guess what, the culprit was Sushi – yes, Sullivan’s cat! Lifes in Spencerville, always barking mad! Catch ya later,

-The Pawfect Detective 🐾

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I tell ya, life in Spencerville is a pawful of surprises, mostly because I’m running the show.

Take the other day, for example: there I was, savoring a well-earned pinch of tailwind after an invigorating chase. Reggie, that old Border sheepherder, was telling me for the umpteenth time how he’d heard the squirrels conspiratorially plotting their great nuts rebellion at the Western Husky Hill. I’d heard and dismissed the story before, until, scruff me sideways, if I didn’t hear something ungodly coming from the direction of Choco Chihuahua Castle.

Whimsical it may sound, but I glanced heavenward, or rather, castleward, anticipating a squirrel army forging their pointy-something sticks! Could wee squirrels be planning the downfall of dogdom? I am Mazey, Spencerville detective extraordinaire, so I grabbed my detective hat, doggy toy (the rubber hamburger, obviously) and I was off.

Both Reggie and I followed the strange chatter-cackle sounds towards the castle, stopping by the Bark Shak for a quick chicken and potato stew. An investigator’s stomach must be shielded from conspiracies better resolved digestively than cerebrally, I always say.

We tiptoed (a feat for a poodle and a collie), fur a-bristle, eyes wide, towards the castle, where, I must add, the sounds were not subsiding but growing. To my bewilderment, the culprits were not squirrels, but a small gang of butterflies! Actively organized, they were hurling fish sticks at the castle walls.

Perplexed, I turned to Reggie, about to suggest this whole thing was a wind-up when Sushi, Sullivan’s spoilsport cat, strolled past us, paws covered in – oh, lug my leash – fish stick crumbs! Clearly, Sushi held grudges deliciously, and it seemed, butterflies were more than pretty wings; they were loyal foot soldiers.

And though my tail may still quiver at the memory of the Great Sushi Incident, I couldn’t help but snort at the sheer absurdity of it all. Ah, Spencerville, I tell ya, it’s never a doggone dull moment around here!

The End.

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