- Dog Tales
- December 10, 2023
Rory: The Beagle Detective and the Sour Scent of Betrayal: A Rory PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
Pawsburgh’s darker than it looks – just cracked a case that showed me the town’s true colors. Not all tails here wag for good reasons, and even chew toys aren’t safe (poor Sir Bites-a-Lot). I’m chasing clues and sniffing out lies, all while trying not to become the next chewed-up toy. Gonna clean up these streets, even if it means facing the snarls and shadows head-on. Wish me luck. 🐾
Your truth-sniffing pooch,
Rory
The scent of sage and betrayal hung heavy in the alleys of Pawsburgh as I trotted down Schnauzer Street; my coat, a tricolor patchwork of deception. They call me Rory, and if this town was a game of poker, I was the wild card they never saw coming.
You might think Pawsburgh is all tail wags and fire hydrants, but there’s a grimmer tale woven into the fabric of its cobblestone streets. Here, beneath the glow of the lampposts, shadows whisper of secrets best left unburied. Like mine.
A fog hugged the ground as I sauntered past the neon lights of Hound’s Hotdogs. But tonight wasn’t about the allure of succulent sausages; it was about sniffing out the truth. For in this town, not everyone’s bark matches their bite.
At Whippet Wraps, a hot tip waited on a silver platter. A hushed lick from the owner, a bloodhound with a droop heavier than his conscience, pointed me to The Snooty Snout Boutique. Drool may soil his chest, but it never dampened his news. “Rory,” he said, voice heavy like a growl trapped in a nap, “there’s a new scent in town, stirring more than just the air.”
I took it with a nod, the corners of my muzzle a designed disguise of indifference. I had learned from the best. Whiskers, the philosopher of fur, always droned, “Curiosity thrilled the cat,” twirling in his sunbeam like we could all afford such luxuries.
Down by The Doggie Daycare, shadows clung to the bricks like fleas to a stray. I caught a whiff that didn’t belong—a stench that reeked of new money, two-timing, and citrus. I felt my jowls twitch, that telltale citrus a clue as sour as my last visit to Malamute Mountain.
Suddenly, a chirp in the dark. Mr. Fuzztail, twitchy with gossip, popped from his bolt hole. “Rory, the whole town’s yapping about it—there’s trouble at Spitz Spire,” he squeaked, tail thumping Morse code on a discarded newspaper.
I was on it faster than Puddle could quack for transport across a puddle-laden crosswalk. Spitz Spire loomed like an accusation, pointing a claw at the moonlit sky.
There I found him. Or it. A chew toy, once prized—Sir Bites-a-Lot—now a mangled caricature of innocence lost, laying in disgrace beside an upturned strawberry basket, wings of berries dashed against the stone.
I recalled Miss Marigold’s words, woven with the sting of prophecy, “Sweetness always attracts the unsavory, Rory.” If only I understood her sooner, while Sir Bites-a-Lot had a squeak left.
I activated my inner Sorkin, a quickfire inner monologue as sharp as my incisors. “This isn’t just about a chew toy, no. It’s the unravelling thread in Pawsburgh’s paw-knit sweater of safety.”
My ears twitched, catching the echo of conversation—Bulldog’s BBQ, known for its barkless backdoor dealings, would be discussing the repercussions.
Rounding The Doggy Depot, I sensed it—the underbelly of Pawsburgh exposed. It wasn’t just corruption; it was rot, and I knew this was the start, not the ending, to this noir.
The stars twinkled, unaware above, as I steeled myself. I’m Rory—the Beagle with a nose for truth in a town that preferred its lies served over kibble.
So I made my promise, under that starlit velvet sky, my ears and tail my solemn witnesses. I’d rebuild this town, one wag at a time. Because behind every whimper, there’s a fight left to bark, and Rory—well, she’s just getting warmed up.
The End.
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