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It seemed that you all really wanted me to release this story, it's not done yet, this is just the first chapter. If you have any feedback or suggestions, please tell me! I'm always looking to improve as a writer.
Detective Pooh-bear
Chapter 1
I took a left off pine street, then a right on maple road. Had I been here yet? I’d been driving in circles for hours trying to find the house. Then, on the side of the road right in between a bright red building and another old yellow one was a tiny dirt path leading into the woods. That had to be it. Driving slowly, on the lookout for any other little trails I navigated down the path. A little stone house, blending into the side of a hill caught my eye. There was no driveway so I parked on the side of the road. A compact, ancient and rusty car was in front of mine. That could be his, if it was he must be home.
I climbed out of my car and walked up to the door. I knocked, for a second there was no answer, then I heard a harsh gruff voice say,
“Coming!”
Fast and heavy footsteps came pounding towards the door. It opened and I saw a small yellow bear with a red shirt and a thin wooden pipe standing in front of me.
“What do you want!?” He barked.
I had to tilt my head down to see him, “Are you detective pooh-bear?” I asked.
“Detective pooh-bear? I haven’t heard that name in years, I gave up being a detective long ago.”
“Well, I think I have a case. Somebody-”
“Did you hear me!?” The bear interrupted “I ain’t a detective anymore.”
I took out a notepad and a pen then quickly scribbled down:
12 honey bear lane
Burglar broke in, stole all honey
957-544-4211 (not real phone number don't call it)
I ripped out the page and handed it to him.
“If you change your mind”
“I won’t!” He took the piece of paper and slammed the door.
I walked back into the car, disappointed.
“Could it really be?” I thought. “Is my honey really gone?”
I drove back on and slumped down into a chair. Detective pooh-bear was my only hope of getting the honey back.
I woke to the sound of the phone ringing. I quickly hopped out of my chair and picked it up.
“Hello?” I asked.
“MY HONEY!” Came the loud yell from who I recognized as detective pooh-bear.
“Detective pooh!” I shouted excitedly.
“IT WAS STOLEN!” He interrupted.
“What?” I asked.
“Meet me at my house!” He shouted “NOW”
I could hear the detective slam the phone down.
I got in my car and drove as fast as I could, back the same way I went last time. When I got there pooh-bear was pacing anxiously outside his house.
“You’re finally here!” He shouted.
I sighed, “What happened?”
“My honey. All of it. There’s a honey thief on the loose and we need to stop them before more innocent bears lose their honey.”
Detective Pooh-bear
Chapter 1
I took a left off pine street, then a right on maple road. Had I been here yet? I’d been driving in circles for hours trying to find the house. Then, on the side of the road right in between a bright red building and another old yellow one was a tiny dirt path leading into the woods. That had to be it. Driving slowly, on the lookout for any other little trails I navigated down the path. A little stone house, blending into the side of a hill caught my eye. There was no driveway so I parked on the side of the road. A compact, ancient and rusty car was in front of mine. That could be his, if it was he must be home.
I climbed out of my car and walked up to the door. I knocked, for a second there was no answer, then I heard a harsh gruff voice say,
“Coming!”
Fast and heavy footsteps came pounding towards the door. It opened and I saw a small yellow bear with a red shirt and a thin wooden pipe standing in front of me.
“What do you want!?” He barked.
I had to tilt my head down to see him, “Are you detective pooh-bear?” I asked.
“Detective pooh-bear? I haven’t heard that name in years, I gave up being a detective long ago.”
“Well, I think I have a case. Somebody-”
“Did you hear me!?” The bear interrupted “I ain’t a detective anymore.”
I took out a notepad and a pen then quickly scribbled down:
12 honey bear lane
Burglar broke in, stole all honey
957-544-4211 (not real phone number don't call it)
I ripped out the page and handed it to him.
“If you change your mind”
“I won’t!” He took the piece of paper and slammed the door.
I walked back into the car, disappointed.
“Could it really be?” I thought. “Is my honey really gone?”
I drove back on and slumped down into a chair. Detective pooh-bear was my only hope of getting the honey back.
I woke to the sound of the phone ringing. I quickly hopped out of my chair and picked it up.
“Hello?” I asked.
“MY HONEY!” Came the loud yell from who I recognized as detective pooh-bear.
“Detective pooh!” I shouted excitedly.
“IT WAS STOLEN!” He interrupted.
“What?” I asked.
“Meet me at my house!” He shouted “NOW”
I could hear the detective slam the phone down.
I got in my car and drove as fast as I could, back the same way I went last time. When I got there pooh-bear was pacing anxiously outside his house.
“You’re finally here!” He shouted.
I sighed, “What happened?”
“My honey. All of it. There’s a honey thief on the loose and we need to stop them before more innocent bears lose their honey.”
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