by Abby Gayle
Detective Dogley is on the case!
|I'm a detective. I was hired to look into Mrs. Shoe, as she was rumored to be mistreating children. So far, her shoe-shaped building was too small for the amount of children there, and there were no windows. But that wasn't enough to build a case against her. Not quite.
I knocked on the door.
"Come in," called an old woman from inside. I opened the door and saw the woman standing in the middle of a few sleeping bags on the floor with children in them.
"Ma'am," I said, "I have a few questions for you."
"Yes?" she asked.
"Regarding the children, how do they like it here?" I questioned.
"You'd have to ask them," she told me, waking up one of the children next to her, "The rest of them are upstairs."
"Who are you?" the little girl asked.
"I'm Detective Dogley," I said calmly, "How do you like it here?"
"It's not as nice as Mom's house, and Aunt Shoe does usually just give us broth for lunch, but she's really nice."
The girl went back to sleep. I roused another kid, this time a boy.
"Kid," I said, "My name is Detective Dogley. Has there been any beating here lately?"
"Yeah, every day!" he said excitedly. I eyed Mrs. Shoe. The boy added, "And the result is some pretty yummy scrambled eggs!"
"Do you like these children?" I asked the old woman.
"Yes. I'm afraid I just don't earn enough to get them proper lunches. I don't know what to do. You won't take them from me, will you?"
"No, ma'am," I said. I felt sympathy toward her, and handed her a 20 dollar bill.
"Get them some bread for their lunch," I instructed, "Call me if you need more."
My work here was done.