An Izzi and Rozi Mystery
The morning started like any other morning. Izzi and Rozi wake up in their bed and stretch as the sun peeks through the window. Their "mother" (who, if they had vocal cords that did more than whine...I'm looking at you Rozi...would call her "mama") get up and after some initial running around the bed as an early morning calisthenic, jump off the bed to head into into the bathroom with her. Alas, when they get to the bathroom, the door has been shut, but Izzi doesn't worry, since she knows what to expect. She knows that on the other side of the door was their mama and that she'd open it soon and Izzi would see her. Rozi, on the other hand, still is not used to this "door" business and thinks that when the door is shut, Mama was gone. This makes little Rozi sad for about a nanosecond. Then, the door opens and - as Izzi expected - mama is back! The two girls do a happy dance and often engage in hand-to-hand combat training, Izzi going for Rozi's neck, and Rozi going for Izzi's tail. The morning continues with a trip down the stairs and often outside for the girls first look at the day: will it be one filled with success or will it be a day fraught with failure? At this early hour, it could go either way.
Then, their mama gets ready for her job. The girls think that her job, the reason that she's out of the house for about a billion hours every day, has something to do with food...maybe she works at a deli? They know that she is always bringing in a yummy dinner, so they can only guess about what she does. Not that they care, as long as she's here in the morning and here in the evening. Then, she feeds the girls and leaves.
That's when their day, and our mystery, REALLY begins.
From her perch on the back of the green chair, Detective First Class Izzi scans the property. She's not only a keen observer of all things foreign to our "land", she's also as fast as a cheetah when she needs to be. These instincts, developed over months of rigorous training (involving running around the house in circles, followed by long naps to regain her energy) come in handy when the need arises.
Detective in Training Rozi sits at a lower level, waiting for the word to go. Rozi, still somewhat new at the detective game, tries from time to time to handle the scouting duties, but usually gets distracted by her tail or a bug, and loses focus. That's why Izzi gets to be on the top and Rozi has to be content with her position closer to the floor. She doesn't seem to mind, but that has as much to do with her contentment with being on her cozy pillow as her small brain.
The girls lie in wait as they scan the horizon. Leaves blow past, but the girls don't react. The light from the sun, fragmented by the clouds above, skitters across the lawn like a drunken spider, but there is no movement from the two little white detectives. This is what it's like being on a stakeout, Izzi thinks. This is what its like waiting for dinner, Rozi thinks. Time passes and the girls doze, then wake, then doze, then dream about waking up, then have a nap.
Then, their mama comes home and the detectiving increases to a more intense level. Izzi, still scanning the back yard with eyes trained for movement sees something. She's not sure what it is, but it appears to be alive and it's a threat to the house. She knows this without even thinking. She jumps down from her vantage point and runs to the sliding door, pawing at the screen so that she can capture the intruder. Rozi stirs. The door opens and Izzi is in the back yard as if shot by a cannon, a blur of white against the green (and, in places, brown) expanse to where the creature was. And, yet, despite the blinding speed with which Izzi gets to the place that the creature had been, it is gone. She circles frantically, knowing that it was there a second ago. She makes circles back and forth around where she had seen it. She knows that there is only one way to move around, and that's on the ground, so she does a thorough search of the area.
Meanwhile, Rozi has stirred and realizes that the game is afoot. She runs to where Izzi is, and forgets that they are looking for an intruder, and begins to bump against Izzi so that they can practice their hand to hand combat. Izzi ignores her, having the more pressing responsibility of finding the creature. The creature, which some would describe as little with a beak, and others would describe as something with flaps on either side, is gone. She looks down at the ground at the spot where she is sure it was, but it isn't there.
Meanwhile Rozi is running around in circles because she has no idea why they are out there; she just likes to run around.
Time passes, and the girls get discouraged. No sign of the creature, and no clues as to how it could have escaped their sight. They slowly wander back into the house, heads held high because even though they did not capture their enemy, they know that there's always tomorrow. Or, there's five minutes from now, when another creature arrives and they can - maybe this time - find it.
And, so the mystery continues. How did the creature come into their yard? How did it leave so quickly? What's for dinner (this is Rozi's thought)?
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day. But, one thing is for sure: these two detectives will not stop their pursuit until they have made sure that they, and their family, are safe.
And, that they have a good, long nap.
Arf, Arf, Yip, Arf
Izzi and Rozi
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