Nataliya Bogoluibova "Beak & Paw Detectives"

Detectives from the Beak and Paw Agency investigate a complex case involving the staff of the Jaipur circus. The criminals are cunning and incredibly dangerous! Krish the peacock and Raja the chipmunk are on the trail of the villain who used sandalwood magic to turn the poor juggler girl into a puppet! In the dressing room, they found strange scribbles on a piece of paper. When they decipher it, they will realize the criminal's grandiose and daring plan.

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Chapter 5

Treasure in the Heel

Barry went to find his partner Raja. Meanwhile, Amita slipped into the clown's dressing room.

“Why does the clown need so many shoes?” exclaimed the doll, looking in amazement at the piles of boots and shoes on the floor. “He always wears the same boots!”

Amita counted the boots, then found a pair for each. She did the same with the shoes, but one remained unpaired. The doll examined it and noticed that the heel of the shoe was barely holding on. She used a pair of scissors and managed to break it off. There was a silver coin glittering inside the heel!

Barry flew into Donut's dressing room and was delighted to find Raja there. The chipmunk was outraged, “We've searched the whole circus, but Sparky is nowhere to be found! No sign of the elephant or the lion cubs either! Oliver's disappointed and depressed.”

“Who is Oliver?” asked the parrot.

“A lizard from the forests in northeastern India. Oliver has lost his tail and hopes that Sparky the clown can help him.”

“Ha-ha-ha! Sparky?” Barry laughed. “I have a feeling that's not the whole story. Go on.”

“Oliver saved my life. He pulled me out from under the wheels of a truck! Krish said that the clown was driving the vehicle!”

The parrot was outraged and exclaimed. “Didn't I tell you to be more careful on roads?”

“Calm down, Barry. I'm fine.”

“Where's Krish?”

“He found a tiny elephant statue and went to show it to the experts. Promised to be back soon.”

“What else did you find here in the elephant's dressing room?”

“Donut's diary! I'll show it to you.”

The door creaked open and the peacock flew into the room.

“Oliver said he wanted to get some sleep. I helped him find a good hotel near the central park,” Krish said. “Barry, it's good to see you here. Did you visit Amita? Is she all right?”

“She doesn't look well,” said the parrot and sat down next to Raja. “The girl will tell you the rest when she sees you.”

The peacock inquired, “What about the seller of the candy shop? Raja, have you interviewed him?”

The chipmunk sighs in disappointment and replied, “The seller told me nothing of importance. He just talked about the countless boxes being delivered to Sparky from the shoe shop next door.”

“Does the clown buy new shoes every day? Why?” Barry the parrot wondered.

“A millipede of a clown!” laughed the chipmunk.

“Maybe Sparky is preparing a new circus trick that requires many pairs of shoes?” Krish said.

“Barry, take a look at the poem in Donut's diary!” exclaimed Raja. “I have a feeling we're missing something.”

“All right. Show me the verse. Let's see what other puzzles are in here,” said Barry excitedly. “I'll read it aloud.”

The lion cubs chewed on someone else's shoes,

Only half remaining, their mischief amused.

But punishment looms, severe and stern,

Yet the cubs prepare for a newfound turn.

The red wig, once green with anger's flame,

Crafts revenge mixtures, magic in its name.

Saffron and sandalwood form the base,

A brewing scandal, a captivating chase.

Hidden within our shoes, secrets lie,

Stage props kept safe, out of prying eye.

Amita dons her red nose, laughing loud,

But how dare you disrupt the playful crowd!

The elephant dances in his hat, in vain,

For amusement and jest, a harmless game.

Yet my hour nears, revenge shall unfold,

No hand-to-hand combat, a different mold.

Magic weaves like strings for marionettes,

The chief instigator reduced to ash, no regrets.

A tale of retribution, a lesson learned,

In this short verse, a twist unearned.

“I’m terribly interested in the lines about the magic of sandalwood, which turns a living creature into a doll!” exclaimed the parrot. “That explains a lot! I must show it to Amita.”

“What does it explain?” asked puzzled Raja.

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