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Join me every day at Noon EST for the continuing adventures of the bungling detective, N. Owl, in her quest to bring the mastermind, ~M, to justice!  If you’ve  missed any episodes, you can find them HERE!


I made my way downtown, through the traffic and pedestrians clogging the streets. I didn’t have a specific location in mind, but I knew I would recognize it as soon as I saw it. Maneuvering around all this congestion, while trying to locate something I had no idea about, proved to be tricky. Stop and go, stop and go, and finally just go. Until I had to stop short!

There, in front of me, crossing in the middle of the road, were two mangy mutts followed by a milkman. He seemed to be trying to give them milk. Doesn’t he know, dogs don’t drink milk? The dogs decided to sit in the roadway, stopping traffic in all directions, causing quite the jam. The milkman continued to offer the dogs the bottle he had in his hand. Horns were blaring everywhere now. You could feel the tension thickening, as people began to get out of their cars, and head towards mine. I made sure the doors were locked. Once they reached me, they realized why I had stopped. One by one, they attempted to shoo the mutts, and the milkman, out of the road. Nothing was working.

As I sat there, it occurred to me. This had to be the work of ~M. Why else would this happen here, now and when I was seeking her out. I must be getting close, otherwise, why go to these lengths? Then I spotted it. A pet store! I unlocked my door, jumped out of the car, and ran into the shop, buying two large dog biscuits. I hoped it would finally get these animals out of the street. Next to the pet store was a small grocer. I ran in there and bought a package of cookies, for the milkman. Makes sense, right?

Running back to the car, as fast as I could, I slowed down when I approached the dogs. I didn’t want to scare them into attacking anyone, especially me. I showed them I had treats for them, and their tails started wagging. They happily accepted them and went on their way. I handed the milkman the cookies and he gave me a big smile and went on his merry way. I turned around to the cheers of at least 50 people standing around. I curtsied, laughed, got in my car, and continued on my way. Now what was it I was looking for?

“Drat! That darn detective! She figured a way around it again! Auti, Bri, we must get back to the house and execute the next plan!” ~M had been watching the whole time.

 

Stay tuned for more from this crime solving wordsmith…

 

July Writing Prompt – Mangy Mutts and Milkmen – Day 23/31

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