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My drawing of the cutest house pet imaginable:

My drawing of the ugliest house pet imaginable:

“The Case of the Missing Kitty ”

A Goblin Mystery

“Only a bunch of chuckleheads would mess with a wounded griffin.”
    FROM B OOK 2: T HE S EEING S TONE

GRIFFINS
    When I was eleven, my older brother brought home two puppies. They were little white balls of curly fur with undershot teeth and tiny pink eyes. Some neighborhood dog had given birth and the owners were giving them away to any sucker that walked by. John hid the puppies up in his room, but Mom and Dad heard their little nails scratching over the wooden floors and busted him. They yelled and yelled, but he promised that he would walk them and feed them and train them. Finally, half-convinced, they looked over at me, lurking in the hallway, and asked what I thought. I told them that as long as the puppies weren’t allowed in my room,