Chapter The First
July 8th, 2008
“Magnolia bushes,” muttered Filbert. “What sort of burglar hides under magnolia bushes?”
It was just about five a.m., Saturday and Filbert had been under those same bushes for just over an hour and forty minutes. In fact this entire mission to “infiltrate the residence of the nefarious next-door neighbor and retrieve secret papers at the behest of my dear great aunt out of sheer good-nephewishness and not at all because she scares me half to death” began at dusk that evening and had gotten no further than old Mrs. Himmle’s back yard. Read more