The two girl detectives are resting, recovering from a long night of debauchery. Well, "debauchery" is, indeed, a relative term, and for the two girls, Izzi and her sister Rozi, it meant (respectively) refusing to play "pup tent"; and jumping up and back down from the bench area of their sleeping quarters before chewing on a variety of human clothing. But, that was hours ago, and now the two girls are resting, awaiting their next adventure, with dreams of their most recent one (the thrilling "The Mystery of the Missing Breakfast") and the one from yesterday morning ("The Mystery of the Other Dogs on the Bike Path") still rolling in their heads.
As they lay drowsily on their Headquarters (Rozi on the cushions, Izzi on the top of the couch, befitting her status in the detective agency as its most senior member and founder), the sun beating down on them, Izzi began to stir and sniff the air. She knew that something was up; a mystery was afoot. She roused herself, still somewhat in the middle of a dream about "lamb treats" and "belly rubs"...a dream that felt so real that she had trouble realizing that it was just that: a dream. But, now, suddenly there was a change in the air. It wasn't the smell of the fresh-baked cookies; that aroma had been in the air since early this morning. And, it wasn't the noises coming from within the house; those were common and - besides - had been investigated months ago in "The Mystery of the Knock on the Door".
No, there was something insidious in the air; something that had been on and off for months and to which there was still not solution. Izzi realized that she had awoken directly into: "The Mystery of the Ringing Bells". It occurred to her that it was time to get to the bottom of this mystery, since it seemed to happen every Sunday, and at about the same time every Sunday (10:30AM in human time, give or take). And, now, having an assistant (even one as - um - mentally challenged as her sister) could be just what she needed to unlock the box that held the secret to this mystery (metaphorically, of course. If there really was a box, they'd have had trouble opening it, and if there were a key inside, Rozi would very likely eat it).
The noise had begun and the sound of clanging bells rang through the house. Izzi jumped off the couch and ran to the front door to collect clues, Rozi at her side. After a thorough analysis of the little window next to the door, Izzi (and Rozi) concluded that it had nothing to do with the noise, but barked at it for a while just to be sure.
The pair then sped through the dining room, barely missing the thick legs of the table, legs that had been there for years, but which both girls forgot all about, what with their somewhat limited intellectual capacities. But, they carried on, and were soon in the room with windows for walls, one of the girl detectives' favorite locations for detectiving because it gave them a view of so much of the surrounding area. Izzi, in particular, reminisced about "The Mystery of the Squirrel in my Backyard" and "The Mystery of the Other Squirrel in my Backyard" as the entered the room, feel scrabbling on the wood. Izzi jumped onto a footstool for a better view of the noise, and began barking at it in an effort to determine its source. Rozi followed, hip checking her sister in a way that would have made Zdeno Chara proud, and joined in with her sister in using their not-at-all supernatural power of barking at something until it stopped. Or picked them up, depending on the situation.
After several minutes of putting all their effort into finding out what was making this mysterious noise, the girls decided to double their efforts and came relatively close to hitting an Ella Fitzgerald-like high note that could have (had the conditions been better and the glass thinner) shattered windows. But, their efforts were futile in the face (or, better: ear) of the unrelenting ringing.
To an unbiased observer, the fight went something like this: Yip. Clang. Yip Yip. Clang. YIP Yip. Clang. Yi Clang Clang CLANG p. YipYipYIPYipYIP. Et cetera. The noise of the fight swelled, filling the house with the mayhem and the girls with exhaustion. After ten or so minutes, they finally succeeded in defeating the noise, but continued their audial assault (just to be sure they'd vanquished their foe, and also because they were barking so loudly they didn't hear the end of the bells).
Exhaused, but disappointed they had not found the source of the mystery, the girls rested (by which I mean that Izzi laid down on the footstool like a lady, while Rozi sprawled out on the carpet, appearing to an unbiased observer as if she's fallen from a great height and collapsed into a rag of a dog).
They knew that they had not heard the last of their foe, and Izzi began to scheme about a way to determine how to find out who this nefarious evildoer was, knowing that she had (roughly) 168 hours to come up with a plan.
And, so another Sunday morning for the girl detectives slipped through their paws, but they were both heartened that they had yet another mystery appear unexpectedly: "The Mystery of the Dog Who Ran Away Again and Had to Be Chased Down the Street Until She Was Caught in Front of the Church and So Was Grounded for the Rest of the Day".
And, so, they slept.
Yip, Arf, Arf, Yip
Izzi & Rozi
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