Ladd, come. Ladd, sit. Phooey, Ladd!
by Alfred Goodale
The wonder wasn't that I obeyed at a walk but that I obeyed at all. We animals talked together, solving the mystery at Mystery Cabin. Who had penned the anonymous warnings? Not Jonquil, because she couldn't read or write. Not the great owl, because he didn't have the brainpower. But an owl could hold a quill in his feathered talons and take dictation. The cat and the owl together were the culprit