I could have stopped with the title after the word “mystery” and probably my family would agree. What is it about writers of mysteries? Do we look suspicious because we look at people suspiciously? Do we see ulterior motives where there are none? Do we live a restless life of turning over rocks, peering into corners, and generally not accepting anything at face value? And do other people think we are a bit odd? Could be. Sometimes I suspect as much.
True to my suspicious nature and always on the search for clues, I found footprints in the snow yesterday. This was before dark, before a fast-moving snow blew in and blew out, leaving tufts of white stuck to trees. Somebody had passed my way. My inquiring mind looked at the size and the direction of the tracks (toward a tree) and deduced it was probably a squirrel. But, who knows? Maybe it was (shiver) something else?
Before I take my place in history, I’d like to write a best-selling mystery. One that would keep the reader up at night, locking doors and quaking with fright. But just as important as a story to tell, I’d like the blamed thing to sell, sell, sell!
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I thought I saw bunny tracks out front yesterday but maybe they were just squirrels. Hmm, think I may have been living in town too long not to recognize them!
I think a bunny is living under my storage building. I thought those were squirrel tracks partly because they went toward the maple. But, who knows for sure? Only the shadow know!! Heh, heh.
🙂 🙂