The Fourth Of July Secret Mystery Writing Contest over at Susanna Hill's house. (Which I stupidly thought I could enter, easy peasy.) Remind me the next time I think I want to do something, to go soak my head. Thanks. This is my entry. I wanted to say that someone hijacked my blog and put it up. It's THAT embarrassing. *sigh*
So. For your laughing pleasure I give you my entry. BLEH! Titled Lenny to The Rescue.
“Mr. Thomas, you sent for me?” Lenny asked.
“Yes Lenny, we have a problem.” Mr. Thomas took deep breaths and sat down. He pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped his face. “That document I've been writing is gone! I've searched this room from top to bottom. Can you help me find it?”
“Yes sir. We have to find those papers, Mr. Thomas, sir.” Lenny gave Mr. Thomas a smile as he turned and left the room.
Lenny glanced back at the closed door and shook his head.
Poor Mr. Thomas has worked his fingers to the bone. I have to help him find them, Lenny thought. He’s worked for almost three weeks, all day and every day. But what can I do? I’m just a kid?
Lenny paced in the hallway. “Please let us find it,” he muttered.
He walked into the kitchen. “Miss Sally, did you take Mr. Thomas his tea and biscuits this morning?”
“Yes, as always. Why do you ask?”
“Did you touch anything besides the tray in the parlor?” Lenny raised his eyebrows.
“No sir, Lenny. I just set the tray down and came on back to the kitchen to clean up.”
“Thank you, Miss Sally.” Lenny rubbed the back of his neck.
He searched the rooms that Mr. Thomas rented, rummaging through the drawers. He wrinkled his forehead as he walked to the parlor to tell Mr. Thomas he’d failed.
Lenny tripped over Patches who slept near the door to the parlor. “Patches! What are you doing sleeping there, you rascally mutt?” The dog rolled over asking for a belly rub. Lenny reached down to give him a quick pat and noticed smooshed papers jutting out from under Patches.
Lenny gently tugged at it.
Patches wiggled and rolled off the papers.
His heart pounded as he rushed into the parlor.
“Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas. Patches had them. He must have taken them because he missed you. You worked so hard on the document, you haven’t played fetch with him for weeks.” Lenny handed the papers to Mr. Thomas.
“Lenny, my boy! You’ve saved the day. This is the only copy declaring our independence from Britain. Later today Congress votes on it.” He reached down and patted Patches on the head.
Lenny stretched and smiled as he proudly stood beside Mr. Thomas Jefferson that day as the colonies voted they were no longer bound to England.
We've been dealing with some problems with Christopher. A headache that he's had for five weeks, nausea, and weight loss. So that's why the blog has been stagnant. I will try to post more though. Promise.