In which Violet Greer talks to animals.
This is Crystal. When I told her I wanted to talk to her, she ran away and hid under her blanket. I’m not sure I need an actual confession. She’s obviously the perp.
“I didn’t do it!”
I asked what it was that she didn’t do. I thought I could trick her into admitting to something.
“Whatever you think I did, I didn’t do it. I don’t know anything about it, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
I casually mentioned the Webkinz.
“Webkinz? Nope. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I told her about the missing stuffed animals.
“Ohhh, that. Yeah, I didn’t do it.”
But she obviously knows who did! I tried to question her further, but she burrowed under the blanket and refused to look at me. A sure sign she was hiding something.
“I don’t know anything about those nasty little toys. They don’t belong to me and I don’t like them anyway.”
I felt that I was on to something. Clyde doesn’t like me to interfere when she’s investigating, but I have very good instincts. And this is my investigation. It’s my very own cozy mystery.
“Are you still here?” She peeked out from under her hiding place. “You’re wasting your time with me.”
After that I got nothing more out of her. Sometimes dogs just start thinking about food and then I can’t compete. I still have another suspect to interrogate before I get to the bottom of this, but I’m pretty sure I already know who did it.
Thanks to Melissa B for sharing her photos! ~de