Azula felt claustrophobic in her 8 by 6 feet room, and decided to go out to take her dogs Amanda and Sasha for a walk.As Azula strolled through neighborhood with her dogs, she noticed Frankie, Bret, and Evelyn clutching matching knives, each blade facing towards the other two people. The silver seemed to sparkle in the sunlight and the wooden handles were ornately decorated. They were beautiful tools of destruction.
Azula stared at her neighbors in shock, wondering “what people are thinking these days?” Azula trudged past them without saying a word.
A strange man, with sharp cheekbones and hazel eyes approached Azula. “Do you happen to be a dog sitter?” he asked.
“No, no. These are my dogs,” Azula replied.
“Well take my number in case you change your mind, I will pay you well,” the man said and walked away with his three dogs.
As Azula headed back to her apartment after a long walk, she noticed that the sun had disappeared and the sky had become gloomy and dark. Today, something had seemed different. The streets of Foxberry which were usually deserted, had been full of people. Was it because people were going holiday shopping? or Were they, like Frankie and Bret, trying to solve the murder of Mr. Evans?
Back in her apartment, Azula sat drinking chai tea and thought about the strange man. Was the job worth it?, she wondered. After all she did love animals and money didn’t grow on trees. Azula picked up her Tracfone that once belonged to her mother and called the man. “I will take the job,” she said.
Azula stared at her neighbors in shock, wondering “what people are thinking these days?” Azula trudged past them without saying a word.
A strange man, with sharp cheekbones and hazel eyes approached Azula. “Do you happen to be a dog sitter?” he asked.
“No, no. These are my dogs,” Azula replied.
“Well take my number in case you change your mind, I will pay you well,” the man said and walked away with his three dogs.
As Azula headed back to her apartment after a long walk, she noticed that the sun had disappeared and the sky had become gloomy and dark. Today, something had seemed different. The streets of Foxberry which were usually deserted, had been full of people. Was it because people were going holiday shopping? or Were they, like Frankie and Bret, trying to solve the murder of Mr. Evans?
Back in her apartment, Azula sat drinking chai tea and thought about the strange man. Was the job worth it?, she wondered. After all she did love animals and money didn’t grow on trees. Azula picked up her Tracfone that once belonged to her mother and called the man. “I will take the job,” she said.
