I am melting! The boot in Amy’s car is unbearably hot. We are on the way to the beach on holiday. So for now I have to just lay here in the humidity of my doggy cage in the boot of Amy and her family’s car. Amy is sitting in the back seat of her car next to her was evil aunt Alesha. So I guess this car journey isn’t very enjoyable for her either. From inside my cage, I could hear aunt Alesha moaning and groaning, whining and wailing . . . suddenly the car screeched to a halt. We had arrived.
Amy jumped out of the car to let me out of the boot, and as soon as she did so I felt a rush of cool sea hair hit my entire little white furry body. A waft of sweet-scented air surrounded me. It went through one ear and out the other, up my nostrils and out my mouth. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and allowed my tongue to loll out inhaling the wonderful salty wind. It was glorious. Suddenly my daydream was interrupted by a sharp whack on the nose. I looked up to see anty Alesha who was looking evil as ever. Amy decided it might be better if we went straight to the sea. Aunt Alesha grabbed her sunglasses and lay down on the sand. The big lazy lump. Mum and dad went to unpack everything into the beachut, so I and Amy ran for the sea. Later, while Amy was splashing around and dunking her head underwater, I turned to look at the distant aunt Alesha. There seemed to be a shadow behind her. Silently the sharp crept towards the cup behind aunt Alesha, filled it with a foul smelling liquid (us dogs have excellent noses) and handed it to the evil aunty. I turned to look at Amy, but when I looked back at aunt Alesha . . . she was gone. I raced over to where she had been lying seconds ago; Amy followed. We found there: her blanket, sun cream, sunhat and of course the cup full of something nasty. But her sunglasses were missing. Amy has a quick brain and she must have understood what this meant because she cried “We have to get back to mum and dad!” We ran and ran and ran, till we could run no more. When we finally made it to the beachut we found Amys parents with another man. He was a strange hooded figure all in black, but when he brought down his hood he showed a beautiful head of golden locks. He smiled soppily at us. “Hello” the man drawled “you must be Amy” “Uuumm yes I –I am” stammered Amy clearly wondering that strange man was and how on earth her parents knew him! “Mum, dad can I borrow you for a second?” Amy quavered “Sure!” Amy told them the whole thing about the strange tea and aunty Alesha disappearing and- everything. Mum turned as white as a ghost, but dad stayed calm. “Don’t worry Anna” he said soothingly to mum. “It’s nothing to fret over.” The adults clearly weren’t going to be any help. We were on our own. Our first suspect was the strange man (Mr Galileo) because as well as being a strange man with a shifty personality, we discovered a sandy footprint on top aunt Alesha’s beach blanket. Plus that footprint matched the footprint of Mr Galileo’s shoes. The very next day we discovered a fountain pen of his lying beside the sun cream. It all seemed to add up, solving a murder was easy-peasy! At least it WAS until the day we were looking inside dad’s top secret box. Nobody but NOBODY was allowed to look in there. We were just checking for evidence when we found aunt Alesha’s missing sunglasses! And that meant that meant. . .
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