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Date de parution
01 octobre 2013
Nombre de lectures
2
EAN13
9781781274903
Langue
English
Publié par
Date de parution
01 octobre 2013
EAN13
9781781274903
Langue
English
CONTENTS
Title Page Jez Fisher and the Case of the Cocky Robin by Alan Durant A Dish Best Served Cold by Julia Willaims Skyjack by Tish Farrell Summer, Mia and Me by Finn Rickard More Shades 2.0 Shorts titles Copyright
Jez Fisher and the Case of the Cocky Robin
by Alan Durant
Jez Fisher and the Case of the Cocky Robin
by Alan Durant
My name is Fisher, Jez Fisher. I’m a boy detective. My speciality? The weird and bizarre. Check this out.
My first client is a robin.
‘My name’s Peter,’ he tweets, ‘and I’ve got a problem. A cat problem.’
‘A cat problem?’
‘Yeah. This cat’s giving me grief. I want her off my tail. Will you take the case?’
‘Can you afford me?’ I ask.
‘How much do you charge?’
‘Fifty pounds a day plus expenses.’
‘Hmmm,’ he muses. ‘How about some stale lardy cake and a bacon rind? With a few holly berries thrown in.’
I shrug. Times are hard.
‘I’ll take the case,’ I say.
I arrive at the cat’s house and walk up to the door. There’s no knocker or bell, just a cord dangling down. I pull, setting off a tinkly chorus of ‘Hi, ho! Hi, ho! It’s off to work we go …’
The door opens and there’s no one there.
‘You rang,’ a voice says.
I look down on a matted bird’s nest. Then the nest goes back and a face appears. I am now looking at a dwarf with a wig. That explains the Snow White theme tune.
‘My name’s Fisher,’ I say. ‘I’m a private detective. I wonder if I might have a word about your cat.’
‘Has she been telling tales again?’ asks the dwarf, frowning.
‘No,’ I say. ‘I’m actually here on behalf of a robin.’
‘Oh, well,’ he says. ‘You’d better come in.’
He takes me through to the back room. There are coloured pencils, paints, brushes and paper everywhere. In one corner stands an easel.
‘This must be the drawing room,’ I say.
‘Are you an artist?’
‘No,’ he says. ‘But Leonardo is.’
‘Leonardo?’
‘The cat,’ he replies. ‘Her name is Leonardo da Vinci. You may have heard of her. She’s a very famous painter.’
‘So, Leonardo da Vinci’s a cat, eh?’
This case is proving to be more complex than I thought.
‘May I ask where your cat is now?’ I ask.
‘Huh!’ the dwarf exclaims. ‘Making an exhibition of herself somewhere, no doubt.’
‘Well,’ I say. ‘While I am waiting for her, do you mind if I take a look around?’
‘Be my guest,’ he says. ‘I have a parrot in the study, waiting for his French lesson.’
And with that he departs.
