Sleuthing Accomplished!

Hey people! Just got back from a case with Nancy and Frank. We had a blast (excluding that serious knee scrape Frank got falling off a ladder). Anddddddd the bad guys lost! Woot.

I don't know if you noticed, but we have a new blogger on the Krolmeister data base, Trixie Belden. We're going to a Sleuth Party next week and we get to meet her. She seems cool.

Got serious Parrot trouble. Playback just ripped up Aunt Trudy's favorite sock (don't ask, IDK why she only has 1) and so he is no longer her parrot, but mine. So I have to set up a parrot cage in my room. I don't know where to put it. My room is seriously more organized than Frank's but there isn't any room left for new stuff. I know! I'll put the cage under Frank's bed.... *ew, scary* Actually... I wonder if it would fit under mine. Eh. Got to go check. I'll post later!

-Joe Hardyyyy

My Dearest/Closest Pet.

I once had a pet rock. Her name was Bernice; she wasn't the most confident rock, but she was the rockiest. I often thought it was because I fed her gravel every Friday. On the eve of the 4th friday, I walked into the yard, only to find my brother FRANK feeding HER the LAST crumbs from a box of Saltine Crackers. I tried to (excuse the pun) fish them out, but it was too late.
Bernice happily munched her last snack.
I'm a nice brother, though (unlike SOME people) so I forgave Frank and moved on with my life. Bernice was my first, last, and most favorite rock, but hey: we had some good times.