“7 PM: Sunset has loosened its siren song hold on me and I am free to nose.
“The Quiet Number at the end of the bar beckons, but I’m on a case: the case deals with a mysterious disappearance – the disappearance of the Sun!
“I jump to the flower box closest to where the sun was last seen. It’s full of green plants The Misters consider somewhat important – but not much, since I rest there often [ed.’s note: The Smitty refers to arugula that The Misters still have hope to recover for harvest].
“Who’d take the sun – and why? And why is it dumped back on the docks every morning to warm my plenteous folds?”
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