Inspector Adler and the Case of the Missing Cottontail

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Inspector Adler meets his toughest case to date, finding a missing Cottontail without embarrassing himself in front of his Mysterium colleagues. And the stakes are high, with the happiness of two small boys at risk. Can Peter track down the absconded animal? Will the boys be reunited with their beloved pet? And does Peter really want to work in Animal Control?

Find out in this light-hearted look into Peter Adler's Casebook. If you enjoy getting to know Inspector Adler, you can also find his First Case on here and he features in Hope's Well (available on Amazon, see my Amazon Shelf on my profile).

Submitted: April 14, 2017

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Inspector Adler and the Case of the Missing Cottontail

 

1st of Avrilis

 

On arrival at the scene, I was met by the lady of the house who appeared most distraught. It transpired that her beloved pet, Cottontail had gone astray. After explaining that the Mysterium seldom involves itself in “missing animal” cases, I was accosted by the two young gentlemen that reside therein. Their tear-filled eyes (and snot encrusted noses) succeeded in persuading me to pursue the case, albeit outside of working hours.

 

After a thorough search of the garden and surrounding area, I have yet to find the missing beast. But perhaps it is best to refer to it as Mr. Fluffy, the ridiculous name the two boys have lumbered it with. In my opinion, lads of that age should be encouraged towards more “solid” naming practices. What's wrong with “George” or “Buster”?

 

2nd of Avrilis

 

With an hour to spare at lunchtime, I decided to continue the search and made haste to the house. On the way I procured a single carrot, Mr. Fluffy's favourite snack, with the hope that it would bring the blighter out of the woodwork. I made a complete fool of myself wiggling a vegetable in the air and cooing “Fluffy, Fluffy, where are you Mr. Fluffy?” for the best part of 30 minutes, before heading back to the office. Had it not been for my uniform I suspect that the neighbours would have made some discreet calls to the local hospitals, for fear of a missing patient on the loose.

 

3rd of Avrilis

 

With the situation still unresolved, I took the unusual step of “playing hooky” from the Mysterium. I didn't want the case to drag out much longer for the sake of the boys. Having spent the previous evening knee deep in animal husbandry almanacs, I had learned that a certain exotic bean can attract them at this time of the year. Once this item was obtained I made my way to the local meadow with the hope of a sighting. I was not disappointed! Although the sight in question was far from what I had envisaged. It seems Mr. Fluffy had found a friend. A special friend. And I had interrupted proceedings. As one male to another, I was uncertain as to the protocol of the situation. The lady of the house would insist I caught the critter with all haste but that hardly seemed “fair play”. A decision had to be made and I allowed Mr. Fluffy some recreational time before his impending repatriation. This proved to be a mistake. As soon as the pair had consummated their love, they proceeded to hop it off into the hedgerow. I dived at the thicket and groped around in desperation. The lady of the house would not be amused! Sadly, all I managed to achieve from the foraging was a nasty scratch on my right hand.

 

As I reached into my pocket for my handkerchief, however, I remembered the beans! I carefully started to place a trail across the field, it was only once I had gotten halfway towards the end of it that I dare look back. Success! The fluffy bastard (I'm told that this too is an unsuitable name for the creature) was chomping away merrily and headed in the right direction. With all haste, I laid the rest of the beans in a direct line to the garden and then retired to the premises to await Mr. Fluffy's return.

 

4th of Avrilis

 

Peace has been restored to the Adler household and Mr. Fluffy is, once more, safe in his hutch. Verity, William, and Grayson are most pleased to have him back and I am the hero of the hour. There is, however, one minor problem which my dear wife is currently solving. It seems that Mr. Fluffy decided to bring his new paramour with him and given what I witnessed, I believe we will need to make a bigger hutch.


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