the case of the puzzling possum

the case of the puzzling possum

Buuny collected buttons. She had a lot of them. Probably a million. "Bunny, you've got probably a million buttons," said Jack every time he visited. "Yes," said Bunny proudly. Jack looked at the buttons. "Buttons are boring Bunny," he said. "They are not!" said Bunny. "They don't do any thing," said Jack. "Why don't you collect fun stuff, like trains?" "I like buttons better," said Bunny. "But why?" asked Jack. "Becaose they're nice and quiet, unlike some raccoons I know," said Bunny. "I'm nice," said Jack. "You'll be even nicer if you make me a cup of cocoa," said Bunny. "I can be quiet tto." "okay" said Bunny. RINNGGG! went the telephone. "If it's for me, I'm not here," said Jack "I'm being nice and quiet today." "Ha," said Bunny. She picked up the phone. "Hello?" she said. Jack tried to listen while he fixed the cocoa. "Really?" Buunnysaid. Jack knocked over the milk. "When?" asked Bunny. Jack dropped a cup. "Where?" asked Bunny. Jack spilled the marshmallows. "Amazing," said Bunny. Jack dumped the cocoa powder."Right," said Bunny. She hung up the phone. "Jack, what are you doing ?" asked Bunny. "Dropping, knocking, spilling, and dumping," said Jack. "Plus being nice." "Well," said Bunny, "it's time to go to work. We have a case." "Really?" said Jack. He sat on a marshmallow."That was Mr. Riley, who owns the music store on the corner," said Bunny. "Someone keeps taking a trombone." "Taking a trombone?" asked Jack. "And putting it back," said Bunny. "Putting it back?" asked Jack. 'right," said Bunny. "We'd better get over there." Jack stood up. "Let's have our coca first," he said. "Here's your marshmallow. Where's mine?" Bunnylokked at him. "You don' want to know," she said.