The morning started out as most mornings do: the sun rose, the barrier preventing us from seeing the neighbors across the street was lifted, and our mama asked us if we wanted to go outside. What a foolish question; of course we wanted to go outside. And, so we did and that's where our adventure begins.
Sherlock (we mean Izzi) was on the search for clues that may have been left overnight, clues that would help her track down and perhaps apprehend her nemesis: that creature that is shiny and sort of black and has wings (appendages that we recognize but do not understand the purpose of). She sniffed around in the usual areas, and was able to identify many things about her arch-enemy. It had little feet, which likely indicated that it came from the northern part of the backyard. It appears to have feathery sort of fur composed of a thin reed surrounded by even thinner reeds in a pattern that was semi-perpendicular to the central part of its fur, which likely indicated that it came from the southern part of the back yard. And, it appeared to be of a color that was not the same as ours, and that we don't know the words for, which likely indicated that it came from the central part of our back yard. So many clues, so much information...we think we may be getting close.
As Sherlock investigated the night's clues, Watson (we mean Rozi) followed behind, wanting to be there for her mentor and best friend. Okay, only friend. But, she was there nonetheless, following around for reasons she wasn't quite sure about.
We then came back into the house to compare notes, by which we mean "take a nap before breakfast". And, yet, right in the middle of our ruminations, the villain of our story appeared in quadrant 2 of our crime scene (we've divided the back yard into quadrants, in order to make gathering and labeling our clues more logical, but - unfortunately - we can't remember either the boundaries of the quadrants nor the number system we use). A shiny not white creature with fur made of thin reeds was suddenly there!
We got moving as quickly as we could, which meant that little Sherlock went moving at nearly the speed of sound, not so closely followed by her Watson, moving at nearly the speed of taste. Upon reaching the crime scene, the suspect had fled and there were chirping sorts of noises coming from above, noises that little Sherlock quickly assessed and decided were the cries of interdimensional beings that occupied the same physical space as she did, a theory that she plans to investigate in a future chapter of our mysteries. As little Sherlock sniffed around, head down, nose to the ground, focused, little Watson followed close behind, looking at the trees and the grass, and occasionally trying to bit little Sherlock's tail. The search yielded few clues, and we two headed back inside to once again compare notes (i.e. continue our naps).
But, before we could really get going with our pursuits (little Watson's head was not even quite on the edge of her bed), another interloper appeared in sector QD-7. Again, we bolted from our positions, and little Sherlock moved so quickly that she jumped from the next to the last step right to the ground, once more barely missing taking the suspect into custody. Meanwhile, little Watson stood on the steps, staring and confused about where her companion had gone. Then, bored, she returned to her thinking spot, followed eventually by little Sherlock who was able to add to her encyclopedic knowledge of the enemy, although still no closer to drawing a conclusion.
And, so, another semi-full semi-day of activity for we two detectives, and another less than satisfying conclusion.
Except, of course, for the fact that we got breakfast and it was yummy and it had a nice treat from our mama right in the middle.
Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,
Izzi & Rozi
Sherlock (we mean Izzi) was on the search for clues that may have been left overnight, clues that would help her track down and perhaps apprehend her nemesis: that creature that is shiny and sort of black and has wings (appendages that we recognize but do not understand the purpose of). She sniffed around in the usual areas, and was able to identify many things about her arch-enemy. It had little feet, which likely indicated that it came from the northern part of the backyard. It appears to have feathery sort of fur composed of a thin reed surrounded by even thinner reeds in a pattern that was semi-perpendicular to the central part of its fur, which likely indicated that it came from the southern part of the back yard. And, it appeared to be of a color that was not the same as ours, and that we don't know the words for, which likely indicated that it came from the central part of our back yard. So many clues, so much information...we think we may be getting close.
As Sherlock investigated the night's clues, Watson (we mean Rozi) followed behind, wanting to be there for her mentor and best friend. Okay, only friend. But, she was there nonetheless, following around for reasons she wasn't quite sure about.
We then came back into the house to compare notes, by which we mean "take a nap before breakfast". And, yet, right in the middle of our ruminations, the villain of our story appeared in quadrant 2 of our crime scene (we've divided the back yard into quadrants, in order to make gathering and labeling our clues more logical, but - unfortunately - we can't remember either the boundaries of the quadrants nor the number system we use). A shiny not white creature with fur made of thin reeds was suddenly there!
We got moving as quickly as we could, which meant that little Sherlock went moving at nearly the speed of sound, not so closely followed by her Watson, moving at nearly the speed of taste. Upon reaching the crime scene, the suspect had fled and there were chirping sorts of noises coming from above, noises that little Sherlock quickly assessed and decided were the cries of interdimensional beings that occupied the same physical space as she did, a theory that she plans to investigate in a future chapter of our mysteries. As little Sherlock sniffed around, head down, nose to the ground, focused, little Watson followed close behind, looking at the trees and the grass, and occasionally trying to bit little Sherlock's tail. The search yielded few clues, and we two headed back inside to once again compare notes (i.e. continue our naps).
But, before we could really get going with our pursuits (little Watson's head was not even quite on the edge of her bed), another interloper appeared in sector QD-7. Again, we bolted from our positions, and little Sherlock moved so quickly that she jumped from the next to the last step right to the ground, once more barely missing taking the suspect into custody. Meanwhile, little Watson stood on the steps, staring and confused about where her companion had gone. Then, bored, she returned to her thinking spot, followed eventually by little Sherlock who was able to add to her encyclopedic knowledge of the enemy, although still no closer to drawing a conclusion.
And, so, another semi-full semi-day of activity for we two detectives, and another less than satisfying conclusion.
Except, of course, for the fact that we got breakfast and it was yummy and it had a nice treat from our mama right in the middle.
Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,
Izzi & Rozi
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