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Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Whiskers, the ginger tabby cat, was not just any cat. Oh no. Whiskers believed he was Agent 00-Meow, a top-secret feline operative. His human, Mrs. Higgins, simply thought he was a rather demanding pet who enjoyed naps and staring intently at dust mites. Little did she know, those intense stares were actually "surveillance missions."
One Tuesday evening, a grave crisis struck the Higgins household: the prized tin of gourmet sardines vanished from the kitchen counter. This was a five-alarm emergency for Agent 00-Meow. "Sabotage!" Whiskers hissed, his tail twitching like a Morse code machine. "The nefarious forces of… The Dog… must be at work!"
He immediately began his investigation. First, he performed a "paw-print analysis" on the kitchen floor, which mostly involved tracking flour everywhere. Next, he interrogated the prime suspect: Buster, the family's perpetually bewildered golden retriever.
Whiskers narrowed his eyes. "Confess, canine co-conspirator! Where are the fishy treats?"
Buster, whose brain usually processed only "belly rubs" and "squirrels," tilted his head. "Woof?"
"Feigning ignorance, are we?" Whiskers whispered, then launched into a daring "under-the-sofa infiltration," emerging covered in lint and a single, forgotten dog biscuit. "No sign of the contraband," he reported to his imaginary headquarters.
His surveillance led him to the living room, where Mrs. Higgins was knitting. Whiskers observed her intently, deducing that the rhythmic click of her needles was a secret communication device. He then noticed a shimmering, silver trail leading from the counter to… Mrs. Higgins’s knitting basket.
With bated breath, Agent 00-Meow stealthily approached. He peered into the basket, pushing aside a tangled ball of yarn. And there, nestled amongst the colorful threads, was the sardine tin. Empty.
Whiskers stared. He processed this new data. Mrs. Higgins had eaten the sardines herself. The "nefarious forces" were simply… her appetite. His whiskers drooped. This was far less thrilling than a rogue squirrel or a villainous vacuum cleaner.
Just then, Mrs. Higgins looked up. "Oh, Whiskers, there you are! Want a little treat?" She produced a small, fish-shaped biscuit. Whiskers, ever the professional, accepted it gracefully. After all, even a super-spy needs to refuel. He decided to file this case under "Human Quirks," and began planning his next mission: investigating the mysterious disappearance of the red dot from the laser pointer.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Whiskers, the ginger tabby cat, was not just any cat. Oh no. Whiskers believed he was Agent 00-Meow, a top-secret feline operative. His human, Mrs. Higgins, simply thought he was a rather demanding pet who enjoyed naps and staring intently at dust mites. Little did she know, those intense stares were actually "surveillance missions."
One Tuesday evening, a grave crisis struck the Higgins household: the prized tin of gourmet sardines vanished from the kitchen counter. This was a five-alarm emergency for Agent 00-Meow. "Sabotage!" Whiskers hissed, his tail twitching like a Morse code machine. "The nefarious forces of… The Dog… must be at work!"
He immediately began his investigation. First, he performed a "paw-print analysis" on the kitchen floor, which mostly involved tracking flour everywhere. Next, he interrogated the prime suspect: Buster, the family's perpetually bewildered golden retriever.
Whiskers narrowed his eyes. "Confess, canine co-conspirator! Where are the fishy treats?"
Buster, whose brain usually processed only "belly rubs" and "squirrels," tilted his head. "Woof?"
"Feigning ignorance, are we?" Whiskers whispered, then launched into a daring "under-the-sofa infiltration," emerging covered in lint and a single, forgotten dog biscuit. "No sign of the contraband," he reported to his imaginary headquarters.
His surveillance led him to the living room, where Mrs. Higgins was knitting. Whiskers observed her intently, deducing that the rhythmic click of her needles was a secret communication device. He then noticed a shimmering, silver trail leading from the counter to… Mrs. Higgins’s knitting basket.
With bated breath, Agent 00-Meow stealthily approached. He peered into the basket, pushing aside a tangled ball of yarn. And there, nestled amongst the colorful threads, was the sardine tin. Empty.
Whiskers stared. He processed this new data. Mrs. Higgins had eaten the sardines herself. The "nefarious forces" were simply… her appetite. His whiskers drooped. This was far less thrilling than a rogue squirrel or a villainous vacuum cleaner.
Just then, Mrs. Higgins looked up. "Oh, Whiskers, there you are! Want a little treat?" She produced a small, fish-shaped biscuit. Whiskers, ever the professional, accepted it gracefully. After all, even a super-spy needs to refuel. He decided to file this case under "Human Quirks," and began planning his next mission: investigating the mysterious disappearance of the red dot from the laser pointer.