The Mystery of Case D. Luc
“Luc TEN It was Tuesday—almost dusk.
Dunkum stared up at the old oak tree. He switched on his flashlight and pointed it up. He was dying to see his basketball sitting in the branches. But no basketball was in sight.
Up, up he climbed. Squatting down on the third branch, he looked around. No clues anywhere! He counted the branches again. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! Nothing there.
Just then, Stacy Henry came by walking her dog, Sunday Funnies. She stopped under the lamppost. “What are you doing...?” she called.
“Nothin’ much,” he answered.
Stacy walked toward him.
He wished she’d go away. He had to hunt for his next clue. In private!
“Want some company?” she asked. Before he could say no, Stacy tied her dog to the tree. And she scrambled up to the third big branch.
Part of Dunkum wanted to tell her to leave.MoreLess
Dunkum stared up at the old oak tree. He switched on his flashlight and pointed it up. He was dying to see his basketball sitting in the branches. But no basketball was in sight.
Up, up he climbed. Squatting down on the third branch, he looked around. No clues anywhere! He counted the branches again. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! Nothing there.
Just then, Stacy Henry came by walking her dog, Sunday Funnies. She stopped under the lamppost. “What are you doing...?” she called.
“Nothin’ much,” he answered.
Stacy walked toward him.
He wished she’d go away. He had to hunt for his next clue. In private!
“Want some company?” she asked. Before he could say no, Stacy tied her dog to the tree. And she scrambled up to the third big branch.
Part of Dunkum wanted to tell her to leave.MoreLess
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