::Lynsi, who has been helpin SnowtaMom watch old Alfurred Hitchcat shows, desides to slooth out the mystery that been goin on around Clover Blossom Farm fur several days::
"Hmm," sez she, wif a paw to her little chin and a thotful look in her eyebolls. "Here is the fax. Just the fax, maam. Furst of all, there has been mysteeryous tiny droplets and splatters of blood in the dinin room lately. It just on the floor, so that mean it prolly somefing low to the ground, ie, a kitty or goggie. The splatters come at random times, and SnowtaMom cleans them up, after inspecktin all of us fur any injuries or purroblems.
"Two ... there been no sines of injuries or purroblems. No cuts, booboos, UTIs, nuffin. So ... where is this red blood droplets and splatter comin from? I check ober SnowtaMom and it not her either ...
::Lynsi saunders about the dinin room, lookin unner the heat vents, in corners, in kitty beds, and all ober. "Aha," she sez ... "What is THAT ober there on the side of the table? Hmmm, furry inneresting ....
"It's the bottle of red food dye that's been missin since we dyed Easter Yeggs! And the cap is missin! Hmmm, I deeduse that the Bobbsey Twinkies stole this here bottle of dye and has been playin spin the bottle with it on the floor!"
::Lynsi, purroud that she has solved her furst mystery, puts the bottle of dye on the counter, and goes back to take a 6-hour nap ... sloothing makes you tired!::
