Sherlock Horse

“So... who do you think killed Marvin?” asked Waterhen, the two us watching the townspeople file out of the interviewing station.

”I’m quite not sure.” I said. I had my suspicions, but after interviewing everyone there was still not a clear killer. “If there is one thing I am sure of though, it wasn’t the wolf.”

“Why’s that? He looked pretty suspicious to me. ”

“Remember how Marvin’s ear was the only thing found at the crime site? Well, it had been cut off perfectly. The wolves’ teeth are way too jagged to perform a cut that clean. Marvin’s ear was mostly likely cut off by something very sharp, like a beak.” I said.

“So I am guessing you think the owl killed Marvin?” said Waterhen.

“Yep, but I still don’t have enough proof to have him arrested. Plus its day time, so he’s probably off napping. We’ll talk to him later. In the mean time, let’s talk to his brothers; see if anyone had a grudge against Marvin.” I said. Marvin’s brothers, Milton and Jeffery, lived just outside the town’s border. Even though they told me they were never really close with their brother I was sure that they would know if he had at least one enemy.

Watterhen and I trotted up the wooden pathway to Milton’s house. His house was made of sticks and was humongous; it became obvious he was very rich. When we got to the top of the pathway Watterhen knocked on the door.

“Who- oh, you two. Come on in.” said Milton as he opened the door for us. We settled down on his couch while he called Jeffrey, asking him to come over. “I can’t say I wasn’t expecting you two. Is this supposed to be a private Interview?”

“Yes, if it’s not too troubling. We just have a few questions.” replied Watterhen.

“It’s fine. My brother will be here any minute, and then you two can ask...

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...said. I just needed a little more time. I could see the police lights in the distance. They were almost here.

“Right on. You’re a better detective than I thought. Anyways, everything was going well until Marvin wimped out. By the time we got there the wolf was gone and Marvin’s house was destroyed. He blamed us for the damages, and said he was going to call the police and tell them about the whole plan. So, not wanting to go to jail, we did the natural thing and killed him. We were never close to him anyways.” Jeffrey unlocked the safety on his gun. “So there you have it. Any last words before I kill you?”

“Yep… gotcha.” I said as the police surrounded the two pigs and cuffed them.

“What- no! You’ll pay for this Sherlock Horse!” the two pigs screeched as the police shoved them down the pathway to the town jail, where they would stay for the rest of their lives.