Sunday, July 4, 2010

5. Real Gone Crayfish

You can be sure I made all haste to see what sort of "thing" I had glimpsed scurrying around the boulders--but by the time I had reached the first stone, there was nothing in sight.

Perplexed, I walked back to my office where my secretary was waiting.

"Did you have any success?" she asked.

"Not this time, Effie. Though I DO think someone or something WAS out there. Maybe our Crayfish guest "C.C." can throw some light on..."

"If you mean the Crawdad, sir--I am afraid he's gone! He took off like a shot as soon as YOU were out the door! Whatever does it mean, Constable?"

"I really don't know, Effie. I don't know. But maybe this is not the last we have seen of Mister C. C. Crayfish!"


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