Ah, Spring Fling, we meet again. Last year, I wrote a story on the last day of the contest and jumped onto the website to submit it... an hour after the deadline. Nothing like an excuse to take an old idea off the shelf and dust it off! (Plus, can we talk about this gif? The story practically wrote itself!)
Detective Purrlock's Eggciting Mystery
Reginald Purrlock had great shades, a field of eggs, and a case to crack.
Poor Clara had been frantic. “CLUUUUCCCK! Clutch! Clubbed?! CLUE!!!”
Reginald was glad he’d learned Chickenish. Clara’s eggs had disappeared, and he’d have to make sure her three unhatched chicks didn’t meet a brutal end.
Breakfast first. The kitchen was splashed with dye. Easter! He’d have to move fast.
Two green eggs lay on the bench. Not a whiff of vinegar on them. He spun each one and tapped them with his paw. They kept moving. Definitely not boiled. One wiggled. One cracked. This was promising.
The third egg must be in the field for the hunt, probably green, warm, and smelling like henhouse.
Reginald hunkered low and surveyed the field, passing spots of blue and pink. Suddenly, the grass rustled and he spun around to see a fluffy yellow ball totter his way.