
Sherlock Bones wasn’t just any dog. With his floppy ears and wagging tail, he had a nose so powerful it could sniff out a sausage three houses away.
One morning, something strange happened on Maple Street. Mrs. Jenkins’ freshly baked pie had disappeared from her windowsill! The neighbors were buzzing. “Who took it?” they cried.
Sherlock wagged his tail. “Leave it to me!” he barked, though of course the humans only heard, woof, woof!
Following the Smelly Trail
Sherlock sniffed the air, sniff, sniff, snuffle! His nose twitched and pointed like a compass. He followed the trail past the postbox, over a hedge, and right into Mr. Wilson’s garden.
There he found… a pile of suspicious crumbs. “A clue!” he barked, wagging furiously. He pawed the crumbs toward his humans, but they just scratched their heads.
So Sherlock rolled over and pretended to be the pie, complete with dramatic sniffing and drooling. “I think he’s telling us something,” Mia, the neighbor’s child, giggled.


Paws, Barks, and Funny Clues
Sherlock sniffed again and darted toward the park. He barked twice and wagged his tail in a funny rhythm. Mia scribbled in her notebook:
Sure enough, under the park bench was the missing pie tin, licked clean. Next to it sat… Mr. Wilson’s cat, Whiskers, is looking very guilty with blueberry jam on his whiskers.
Sherlock barked and pawed at the cat, then pointed his nose dramatically at the jam. The humans gasped, “The cat did it!”
Case Closed—with Belly Rubs
The neighbors laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks. “Sherlock Bones, you’re the best detective we’ve ever had!” they cheered.
Whiskers meowed grumpily, but Sherlock didn’t mind. He had solved the case!
To celebrate, Mia baked another pie; this time a meat pie just for Sherlock. He gobbled it up, licked his chops, and rolled onto his back for belly rubs.
With his detective badge (a shiny dog tag) glinting in the sun, Sherlock Bones wagged happily. Another mystery solved, another nap well-earned.
The End !
