All kinds of experts failed to solve the mystery and so soon had to admit they needed extra help. This is how Puggly got involved. He quickly went over the facts and searched their meanings for something that might give away the answer.
But even with Puggly’s extra careful looking he was not able to uncover how the rose bush vanished. This became even more of a problem when the rose bush planted to replace the stolen one was also stolen.
Puggly fretted. While it was not truly his job to make sure the rose bush was safe he knew that many critters might decide how they felt about him based on how he did with this task. P.J. Sobbington was putting his trust in Pugglysnoo. The staff was putting their trust in Pugglysnoo. And Pugglysnoo was putting a lot of trust in Pugglysnoo.
He had agreed to solve the mystery and Puggly could not rest easy until he made P.J Sobbington’s view from the window correct.
Puggly decided that if he was going to solve this case he would have to spend so much time on the grounds. He would make the place where the bush disappeared as familiar as his home or his reoccurring nightmare about adopting an unhappy talking apple tree.
3/24/09
Pugglysnoo and the Case of the Disappearing Rose Bush (Pt. 1)
I said I would yesterday. And here it is.
Pugglysnoo and the Case of the Disappearing Rose Bush -- Part 1 (by Snugglypoo)
There was once, and probably still is, a critter with a certain take on life. He was called Pugglysnoo and he saw the good in many, many things. He was small. And a hippo.
When Pugglysnoo found himself short on funds he knew it was time for him to get a job. But Puggly also craved adventure. He wanted his life to sparkle. Luckily, there was an old estate. How old an estate was hard to know. But it had been there longer than most critters’ memories.
Pugglysnoo went to interview for the job of security guard. He was very suited for this work. He had eyes that often found things other eyes could not. And ears that heard sounds lost on less careful ears.
Puggly had not been on the job long when strange goings on begun. A rose bush that was a favorite of the critter who owned the estate, P.J. Sobbington, disappeared. It was not a prized rose bush or a famous kind of rose but it sat outside a window that Sobbington stopped at when he wanted to sigh and admire his grounds. There were no suspects and the staff was confused. Who would steal a single rose bush?
Pugglysnoo and the Case of the Disappearing Rose Bush -- Part 1 (by Snugglypoo)
There was once, and probably still is, a critter with a certain take on life. He was called Pugglysnoo and he saw the good in many, many things. He was small. And a hippo.
When Pugglysnoo found himself short on funds he knew it was time for him to get a job. But Puggly also craved adventure. He wanted his life to sparkle. Luckily, there was an old estate. How old an estate was hard to know. But it had been there longer than most critters’ memories.
Pugglysnoo went to interview for the job of security guard. He was very suited for this work. He had eyes that often found things other eyes could not. And ears that heard sounds lost on less careful ears.
Puggly had not been on the job long when strange goings on begun. A rose bush that was a favorite of the critter who owned the estate, P.J. Sobbington, disappeared. It was not a prized rose bush or a famous kind of rose but it sat outside a window that Sobbington stopped at when he wanted to sigh and admire his grounds. There were no suspects and the staff was confused. Who would steal a single rose bush?
3/23/09
Sorry
Hello friends and friendly strangers.
I am sorry for the long delay in my writing. I wish I had a fun excuse or a story to tell you. But wait! The reason for my going away was because I stopped wanting to write so much about my life. I wanted to write stories. So my story is I was writing stories. I hope that makes you smile like me.
Tomorrow I will post the first part of my first story. Friday I will post the second part. After that every Friday you can come find the newestly written part.
I am sorry for the long delay in my writing. I wish I had a fun excuse or a story to tell you. But wait! The reason for my going away was because I stopped wanting to write so much about my life. I wanted to write stories. So my story is I was writing stories. I hope that makes you smile like me.
Tomorrow I will post the first part of my first story. Friday I will post the second part. After that every Friday you can come find the newestly written part.
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