Hey Ma, it’s Ace! Been a wack-a-doodle day here in doggie detective-land. Fried chicken, chew toy mysteries, and a potential veggie monster at Red Beagle Beach. Send waffles. – The Furminator.

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At the stroke of the twilight hour, under the surreal Spencerville sky, Ace was busy at work. Divine as her yellow complexion was against the setting sun, her face was set in a grimace of determination. Sources told her of a strange occurrence at Red Beagle Beach, and like a true gumshoe, Ace was ready for the chase.

“Am I a dog, or a detective? God, I could use a chunk of meat right now.” the Labrador pondered, tail wagging at the thought. Even in this dire situation, delectable distraction was but a meaty thought away.

“It’s all relative, right Caffrey? Right?” Ace glanced at her sibling, his beautiful eyes imitating the ocean’s glimmer. Ah, the wisdom in those eyes. Caffrey might not be in on the game, but his silent presence was a security Ace cherished.

Investigating under the moonlight, her nose desperately seeking answers in the sandy textures underneath them business. There was talk of strange lights and rumbles in this area. God help me, Ace thought, if it’s of the vegetable kind, we are in for one hell of a ride.

Vanishing chew toys, the unholy sight of water raining upwards, and unexplained squeaks from the South Siberian Summit, the talk of Spencerville had taken a wild turn. It was Ace’s job, after all, as Spencerville’s self-appointed detective, to solve these mysteries. It did take her mind off those absolute misery instances which were the bath sessions. Besides, even an investigator needed a hobby, right?

Post-investigation, the Furrific Fried Chicken was a winner, always welcoming her with the unmistakable aroma of fried deliciousness. Gobbling down her victory meal, she pondered the unexplained, the curious, and the bizarre; the enigma that was Spencerville.

Next stop, Pawsome Pancakes; it was time to chalk out a plan to apprehend the unseen veggie monster. With determination in her heart and a belly full of chicken, she was invincible.

“Or at least till the next ear-cleaning appointment. But we will cross that bridge when we get to it, right Caffrey?”

The End.

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