Good morning. My name is Murphy and I’m a dog. I used to live with Ben Ventris but for gruesome reasons I’d just as soon not discuss, I now live with Pat and Jasper Harris.
Dogs don’t get credit for being the world’s smartest creatures. They should. Poor ol’ Jasper thinks owls are wise but all they do is ask questions. I never did hear one give an answer. Limited vocabulary. All they say is, “Who?” Huh! I communicate with humans a lot better than that.
For example, I knew who shot poor ol’ Ben and I coulda told Darcy and Flora but did they ask me? Nope! They had this thing about owls too. Sometimes I fear for the human race.
Right now, snow and ice cover everything in Ventris County and I heard an owl last night flying around saying, “Who? Who?” Dumb bird! This weather didn’t slow me down at all. I trailed up a rabbit, treed a squirrel, and then scared away a burglar that threatened to come into Pat’s house. She never knew a thing about that but Jasper may find out when he notices those big ol’ tracks under his window.
This last scrape that Darcy and Flora got into had even me puzzled. For one thing, it went way, way back when my great-great-ever-so-great Grandpappy Orlis was a pup. Who knew? I have one consolation: not one owl in the whole woods knew what happened either!
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