The Trouble with Chickens: A J.J. Tully Mystery (J. J. Tully Mysteries)

The Trouble with Chickens: A J.J. Tully Mystery (J. J. Tully Mysteries)

Doreen Cronin, Kevin Cornell

Language: English

Pages: 144

ISBN: 0061215341

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

J.J. Tully is a former search-and-rescue dog who is trying to enjoy his retirement after years of performing daring missions saving lives. So he’s not terribly impressed when two chicks named Dirt and Sugar (who look like popcorn on legs) and their chicken mom show up demanding his help to find their missing siblings. Driven by the promise of a cheeseburger, J.J. begins to track down clues. Is Vince the Funnel hiding something? Are there dark forces at work—or is J.J. not smelling the evidence that’s right in front of him?

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of a snowy cave in his pajamas. Life is strange, mister. Chapter 12 Come on Down! The stairs leading up to the back door were steep and narrow. Each one sagged a little more than the one above it. The back door was rusty and crooked, with one small window and a floral shade. I steadied myself on my back paws and then peered in through the strip of glass beneath the bottom of the shade. I could see down a long, dark corridor with a polished linoleum floor. Off to the right, I could

toothpick with a head. She was about to speak when a ladybug flew by. “Pretty polka dots,” she remarked. Oh, brother. Chapter 13 Rehearsal Search-and-rescue dogs are a rare breed. We have to be half strength, half perseverance, and half obedience. Do your own math, tough guy—I’m making a point here. If you don’t have the good sense to follow orders, you are about as useful on a search-and-rescue mission as a scoop of vanilla ice cream. I wasn’t sure what Dirt was made of, but I’d

cage, you can’t be picky about your company. “How did I get in here?” I asked. “You jumped over the couch, landed against the wall, and knocked yourself out cold,” she answered. “But how did I get in the cage?” I asked. “Vince made us line up the recycle bottles and we rolled you in,” she said. Vince wasn’t as dumb as he looked. We didn’t speak for a minute. Then I continued my line of questioning. “Who grabbed you off the birdbath?” I asked. “I got myself off the birdbath.” “How?”

she said. “I knew it as soon as I saw the note.” Aha. I knew she knew more than she said she knew when she knew it. It explained her bouncing left foot. It wasn’t a tap or a tic—it was a tell. A tell is something people do when they’re lying. In Moosh’s case, it was something she did when she knew more than she said she knew when she knew it. Moosh stuck her beak through the bars. “I’m waiting,” she said. “I wrote it,” Sugar confessed. “I sent Poppy and Sweetie into the house, but I had

transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Cronin, Doreen. The trouble with chickens : a J.J. Tully mystery / Doreen Cronin ; illustrated by Kevin Cornell. — 1st ed. p. cm. Summary: A

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