The next morning, bright and early, thirteen year old Leslie, and eleven year old me, leaped out of our beds, hurriedly did our chores, and zoom, off to our detective agency plans, and work.
"Uh-uh-uh!" Mom stopped us at the door. "Breakfast!" She shook a spoon, grinning widely. "I know you two are excited, but first things first!
We groaned. Ten minutes later, we were out again.
"Lina, you go right, I'll go left." Leslie said. We set out.
I stopped in my tracks. What was that? Fresh footprints from the last night caught my eye. The footprints sunk neatly into the muddy ground.
"Les!" I yelled, crouching down on the ground. Autumn leaves drifted slowly to the ground.
Leslie came running, her brown pigtails flying. "What? Found anything?" She crouched beside me.
I pointed to the marks.
"What if that was Dads?" Leslie reasoned.
"Oh yeah…" I was disappointed my first and probably only clue was ruined.
"Wait. Let's follow them." I suggested. Leslie nodded. We got up and began to walk slowly beside the prints.
"Nope." I shook my head. "They couldn't be Dads. They lead out the fence. Dad didn't go out."
I followed Leslie out the fence.
She hurried ahead. "Man!" I heard her disappointed groan. "He made a dead end for us!"
Question #1: How did he cover his prints? If you think he spread leaves over them: GREEN SMILEY
Q #2: Who is he?
Q #3 Why would he want a few rabbits? If you think just to tease them: RED SMILEY
TO BE CONTINUED...
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