The Case of the Missing Girl - Part 5

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The Case of the Missing Girl

By Jesse Rice

Chapter Five

Case Closed?

   I hurried into the milking parlor just as the last of the cows were being released out to pasture.
   "She's so lucky," Jesse mumbled. I stopped to listen closer. "She gets off chores. I guess it's fair, since it's her birthday."
   I grinned. The case was closed! Detective Rambo had finished the case: the youngest girl was missing because it was her birthday and she had stayed inside.
   My victory was short-lived, however, for I immediately heard Caesar growling behind me. I turned around slowly.
   "This is really bad," I whispered.
   Caesar dashed at me and grabbed at my fur. I hissed and tried to escape from his jaws. He threw me against the wall and chased me into the corner. I cowered, hissing at him. He jumped at me, and I scratched his nose. He suddenly leaped away and I was doused with water. I ran away from where Jesse was spraying the hose, which had sent Caesar running. I shook myself and ran to Jesse, purring as I went.
   "Rambo, get out of here," Jesse said. "Don't let Caesar get you again."
   I purred and ran into the hay barn next door.
   "What's going on?" asked a sleepy Seabert. "Have you solved any cases recently?"
   "Yes, actually," I replied. "Let me tell you about it."

The End

There! That's the first story I wrote about the cats. Out of those characters, I developed the Kitten Mysteries series. 

I hope you enjoyed this story. Come back next week (hopefully Monday) where I'll release an excerpt from Trapped, Book Two of the Kitten Mysteries.

The Case of the Missing Girl - Part 4

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The Case of the Missing Girl

By Jesse Rice

 

Chapter Four

Chicken

   I flew toward the rooster and slid in the mud. I jumped over the rooster's claw and grabbed the hair bow in my mouth. Then, without a backward glance, I dashed out of the chicken pen with the rooster on my tail. I turned around and saw the rooster leaping over the fence.

   "Prepare to be pecked!" the rooster screeched.

   I gasped and nearly dropped the hair bow. I hurried to the porch and jumped onto the swing. Panting and hiding, I inspected the bow. Suddenly, a wild tapping came from the window beside the swing. I glanced over, but saw no one. Whoever had tapped had fled. However, hanging in the window, was a large, pink, birthday balloon.

   "Someone had a birthday," I murmured. "Can this be connected to the Case of the Missing Girl?" An idea formed in my brain, and I dashed away from the porch, leaving the bow behind.

   As I crossed the farm, deep in thought, I was oblivious to the fact that an angry Caesar was following.

   "Beware, cat," Caesar growled, and moved in for the kill.

 

Return next Monday for the last part of The Case of the Missing Girl.

The Case of the Missing Girl - Part 3

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The Case of the Missing Girl

By Jesse Rice

 

Chapter Three

Gone!

   I immediately stepped into action as Detective Rambo, Private Eyes. I jumped off the feed bags and glanced around. I stepped up to Jesse, the nearest human.

   "Where is the youngest girl?" I asked.

   Jesse leaned down. "How are you, Rambo? You doing okay?" He picked me up and put me on his shoulder. I could talk to him much easier up here.

   "Where is the girl?" I asked again.

   "Hush," Jesse hissed. "That's loud." He pulled me off his shoulder, much to my dislike, and put me on the ground.

   "Stay out of the way," Jesse ordered. I hissed at him. Jesse bopped me on the nose.

   "Stop hissing." He walked away.

   I was no closer to solving this case than I had been five minutes ago. Time to start sleuthing. I dashed as fast as I could to the house, partly because I wanted to solve this case and partly because Caesar was after me. I crawled into the cement blocks serving as a porch step and waited until Caesar left.

   "Come out, you little nuisance," Caesar roared.

   I wrinkled my nose. "You have bad breath."

   "What are you doing?" Caesar asked. "Spying on the humans?"

   "The littlest girl has disappeared," I replied. "I have decided to find her."

   Caesar barked with laughter and I ran away. I hurried over to the chicken coop and immediately saw a clue. It was the girl's pink hair bow. Detective Rambo turned to Agent 525 Rambo, spy extraordinaire.

   I crawled through the fence and looked at the chicken pecking at the hair bow.

   "Scram, chicken," I growled.

   The chicken looked at me and I knew I was dead meat: the chicken was Fry the Rooster.

 

Come back next time for Part 4: Chicken!

The Case of the Missing Girl - Part 2

   Here's part two of The Case of the Missing Girl, the story which brought about the Kitten Mysteries series. The first part can be found here.

 

The Case of the Missing Girl

By Jesse Rice

 

Chapter Two

The Calf Monsters

   I crawled down, straight down, from the hay bales surrounding the calf pen. I wriggled under the gate and into the pen. I looked around. All the calves were looking at Butch, high up on the hay bales.

   "Hey, everybody!" Butch shouted. "Come 'n' get me!"

   I walked slowly up behind the biggest calf. Hopping Harry stared up at Butch. I glanced over at Seabert who was ready to pounce on Kratos, another big calf. I smiled smugly and leapt. Harry bawled as loud as he could as I yanked on his tail. He spun around and I flew into the hay bales. I fell into a small cave that the calves had eaten into the hay bales, then jumped out of it and dashed for the gate.

   A calf shoved his head in my way, but I jumped onto his head and leapt over the gate. I landed on the feed bags, and Butch jumped down beside me.

   "Was it totally awesome?" he asked.

   I nodded, breathless. Seabert crawled out of the milk feeder and grinned.

   "I'm wet," he complained, soaked with milk, "but I taste good!" He jumped onto the feed bags and rubbed his head against my side.

   "Thank you very much for your help, Deputy," I said, returning to my western voice.

   "Don't mention it, Partner," Seabert meowed, walking back toward the hay barn where his mother was waiting. I sighed and noticed that all the humans had come out to feed calves. All of them except the little girl. Where was she? I decided it was up to Sheriff Rambo to find out.

 

Come back next Monday for Part Three: Gone!

The Case of the Missing Girl - Part 1

   How did the Kitten Mysteries come to be? That's a very good question, and one which I'll answer more in depth on Wednesday (that is the day for Kitten Mysteries related stuff. This is just the day for fiction!)

   Here's the original story that gave birth to the Kitten Mysteries series, The Missing Kitten in particular.

     The Case of the Missing Girl

By Jesse Rice

 

Chapter One

The Lion and the Panther

   I, the black panther, crept up on the giant lion. It was attacking a poor, helpless female tiger. I crept up behind the monster and leapt at him. I got him! I pulled him away from the tiger and swatted him in the face.

   "Ow!" Butch, the lion, yelped. "Rambo! Stop hitting me!" I stared at my brother. He was no longer a giant lion, now he was only a yellow kitten.

   "Oh, sorry," I replied. "I thought you were attacking a female tiger. No offense, Spot." Spot purred and licked her paw. Butch glared at me.

   "Stop letting your imagination run wild!" Butch growled, "Or I will be a giant lion and attack the puny, little panther!" He growled and scampered away. I sighed and turned back to Spot. She was still licking her front-right paw.

   I rolled my eyes and whispered: "Vanity." I walked away from the front of the cheese plant and walked into the parlor. I looked up at the bars where the cows were milked and saw Caesar growling at Barkley. I decided to put myself into action as Sheriff Rambo, Protector of ----- Farm. I ran up the hill and hissed at Caesar.

   Now look here, good sirs," I said in a western voice, "why don't you just come over here and talk about your argument for a moment."

   "Get out!" Caesar barked.

   "Careful, kid," Barkley growled at me, "This character's shady." Immediately I knew what to do. I jumped up into the feed trough and leapt down on Caesar.

   "Yee-haw, cowboy!" I meowed. "Yee-haw!" Caesar leapt into the air and I twisted away from his biting jaws.

   "Missed me, missed me!" I taunted.

   "I said get out!" Caesar roared and I flew off his back. I ran out the door and into the hay barn.

   "Hi, Rambo," Seabert squeaked. I looked at him, playfully stern.

   "That's 'Sheriff Rambo' to you," I giggled. Seabert grew serious.

   "Can I be depty?" he asked.

   "You mean 'deputy'?" I asked. He nodded.

   "Can I?" he asked again.

   "You may," I replied. "Let's go check out the calves!" Seabert and I ran up to the hay bales and climbed onto them. We looked down at the gigantic calves.

   "This is agent 525 Rambo," I whispered.

   "This is agent 697 Seabert," Seabert whispered.

   "This is agent 220 Butch," Butch whispered, appearing from nowhere. "I love playing spy." We crept up on the evil-calf monsters.

 

Come back next Monday to read the second of the five part series The Case of the Missing Girl.