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The Villager Detective Diaries, Book 1: The Missing Chickens

 

The Villager Detective Diaries, Book 1: The Missing Chickens

 

 

Copyright 2016 Mark Mulle

Published by Mark Mulle at Shakespir

 

 

 

 

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Author’s Note

This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this “Minecraft Adventure Series” such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine…etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch

 

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents

 

Day One: Detective Jones

Day Two: Momma Jones

Day Three: An Actual Crime!

Day Four: A Fellow Mystery Lover

Day Five: Finishing One Mystery, Starting Another

Day Six: A Connection?

Day Seven: Interviews

Day Eight: Old McDonald had a Pig, but not Anymore

Day Nine: Another Interview, with Something Extra

Day Ten: A Partner in…Non-Crime?

Day Eleven: The Note’s Author

Day Twelve: Who Dun It?

Day Thirteen: We Want to Help!

Day Fourteen: Stake Out, not Steak Out

Day Fifteen: The Slumber Party Stake Out

Day Sixteen: The Revised Plan

Day Seventeen: Take Two

Day Eighteen: No Thanks, Kids

Day Nineteen: Proving Them Wrong

Day Twenty: A Special Kind of Enderman

Day Twenty-One: Not Yet

Day Twenty-Two: Breaking News! The Thieves have been Caught!

Day Twenty-Three: Visiting the Criminals

Day Twenty-Four: How do I Help my Friends?

Day Twenty-Five: Looking for the Animals

Day Twenty-Six: Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood, and I Took the one Most Traveled by

Day Twenty-Seven: Mom!

Day Twenty-Eight: You Tell ‘Em, Mom

Day Twenty-Nine: In and Out of Jail

Day Thirty: The Team is Back!

About the Author

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Day One: Detective Jones

Dear Diary,

My name is Jewels Jones, but for the purpose of this diary, I think I would like to go by Detective Jones. I’ve never written a diary before, but I heard that it’s a good way to get all of a person’s thoughts and secrets out on paper. I’m only ten, so I don’t have all that many secrets yet, but by the time that I fill up this diary’s pages, I’m sure that I’ll have more than a couple of things that I’d like to keep between myself and these pages. I also heard that a person can be whoever they want to be in a diary, but I think that I’ll just be myself. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to show this to anyone or anything like that; there’s no need to lie about it. Now that I’m writing this down, the detective thing I mentioned earlier might seem like a little bit of a lie, but let me explain.

Ever since I learned how to read, which wasn’t actually that long ago, I have loved detective stories. I love that there’s some mystery to the world. I mean, there isn’t all that much mystery at my elementary school. Everyone knows that Robby ate Tory’s cookie, everyone saw it. Even though there’s not much excitement in my life, I like to read about the fairytale-like mysteries that involve my favorite characters.

One thing that bugs me about some of these books is that there aren’t really a lot of them about Villagers as the detectives. Usually, a human is a detective, and the Villager stands behind them looking dull because they weren’t able to see the clues when they were right in front of their faces. I want to change that when I grow up. I want to be the first Villager detective. Right now I need to start small and work my way up. By the time I’m as old as my parents I’m sure I’ll be the greatest detective in all of Overworld!

Day Two: Momma Jones

Dear Diary,

One of the biggest inspirations to my future detective career is my mom. She’s not a detective or anything. She runs a clothing shop in the town. She loves to work there because she gets to hear all of the town’s gossip, since I’m pretty young. I don’t hear all that much gossip in school, but my mom brings enough of it home for the both of us. This may not seem important, but in fact, it’s very good training for a detective-wannabe like me.

Gossip in itself is like a bunch of little clues as to what’s going on in the town. Sometimes people tell different stories, so it can be hard to find out the truth, but that’s just what I’ll have to do when I am a detective. If there’s anything that I’ve learned from the gossip that my mom brings home, it’s that everyone has secrets, which mean that everyone has something to hide. It also means that, even though people have secrets that they want to keep hidden, they also can’t help to tell people about it. If they didn’t, then how would gossip get around?

The basic town gossip has given me an inside look into how everyone thinks, or the way that the people my mom talks to thinks, which is a lot of people. If I can know how they think, then I can figure out how a criminal thinks. The best way to catch a criminal is to know how to think like one.

Just today my mom told me some more gossip. I guess that some teens around town have been skipping school to hang out and throw old furniture into the river. They were already caught by the police red-handed, so there’s nothing for me to really do about it. I almost wish there was a crime that I could deal with. Until then, I guess I’ll just have to be happy with my detective novels.

Day Three: An Actual Crime!

Dear Diary,

Mom came home with more than just lame gossip about teens today; she came home with news of a real crime that even the police haven’t been able to figure out. My mom knows how I love to listen to her stories, so as soon as she came home from work she sat me down so that she could tell me everything that she knew.

“So, you know Debbie, right? She’s Cody’s mom. I think he’s a grade above you in school. He’s a little unsteady, sort of clumsy but he’ll probably grow out of it once he gets to high school. Anyway, do you know who I’m talking about?” I nodded, even though I hardly knew who Cody was, let alone who his mom is. “Anyway, so Debbie came into the shop today because Cody’s just growing so fast so she needed me to sell her some new pants for him. While she was in the store, she told me about a crime that happened just last night.” I got on the edge of my seat and waited for my mom to continue her story. “So, Debbie lives near the edge of town where all of the farms are. She doesn’t actually own a farm but her neighbor does. While Debbie went outside last night because she thought she heard a weird noise, but she knew that it was too far away to be coming from her yard. She went back inside to call her neighbor to see if anything was wrong, and her neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Newstable checked around their yard, and you’ll never guess what happened.”

I was so excited to hear the end of the story that I couldn’t help but almost yell, “What happened?”

“Well, the Newstables looked around their barns and noticed that one chicken was missing.”

“One chicken?” I asked. It was a total let down. “I thought that was going to get exciting.”

“We live in a small village, nothing exciting ever happens,” Mom reminded me, even though I already knew. Just for once, I wish that something cool would happen. How am I supposed to be a world-class detective if the biggest things happening are bored teens throwing a chair in a lake and a chicken that goes missing?

Day Four: A Fellow Mystery Lover

Dear Diary,

Today I went to school, and nothing extremely exciting happened. Things went along pretty normally, so I usually wouldn’t write about it. I mean, I could glue my math homework in here if I really wanted to, but that would hardly make for a thrilling diary entry. No, I’m writing today because I think I made a new friend.

I don’t know if it was clear up until now, but I don’t really have many friends. I mean, my mom is probably my best friend. I talk to some people around class and at recess and stuff, but for the most part, I like to keep to myself. Sure, it’s fun to understand people from the gossip that my mom brings home, but for some reason, I never really got the hang of making friends and getting to know people on a personal level. Today something changed.

While I was at lunch, I had my tray of food in front of me, and a book in front of my nose. This was a pretty normal thing for me to do, especially on meatloaf surprise day. The surprise was that no one knew what kind of meat was in the loaf. I picked at it with my fork for a little while, but once it started to move I decided that I was done. I started to read my book, but that’s when someone sat across from me.

“Hi, I’m Amber,” the girl said. She was a human with red hair and a blue dress on. I think she was in my class. “I noticed that you were reading that book. I just finished it a couple of weeks ago. It’s really good.”

“Yeah, I like it so far,” I replied. “I think the butler did it, but don’t tell me if I’m right or not. I want to figure it out on my own.”

“Well, it looks like you’re almost done with it anyway. How about we eat lunch together tomorrow and we can talk about it?”

I had never been asked to eat lunch with someone before, “Sure!” I replied.

“See you then,” she left. I never knew anyone else who was into mystery books like me. I think that this will lead to the start of a new friendship for me.

Day Five: Finishing One Mystery, Starting Another

Dear Diary,

I finished my detective novel yesterday because I was so excited to talk to Amber about it today. I rushed a little bit so that I would be able to finish the book on time to talk about it at lunch, so I think I missed some of the clues in the book. It turned out that the maid did it, not the butler, which I should have figured out. I guess that just goes to show that you need to slow down and pay attention if you want to be able to solve the mystery. While waiting for Amber at the table, I looked over the pages again to see what I missed, but I still couldn’t figure it out. I was a little nervous about this because I wouldn’t know what to talk about, but luckily, Amber helped me out by totally ignoring it all together.

“I know you wanted to talk about the book today,” Amber said, “but I have something even more exciting that you might want to hear about.” I nodded to her so that she would know to continue talking. “Did you hear about that chicken that got stolen?” I nodded. “It was my family who had the chicken.”

I was a little disappointed that I kept hearing about this chicken thing. There just didn’t seem to be much to it. “Did it just run away or something?” I asked.

“No, the door on the barn was locked from the outside. Only someone with a key could have stolen it, but none of the keys were stolen. My family has no idea who would have stolen our chicken. I have a weird feeling about it too. It just feels like a mystery, that’s why I thought you’d like to hear about it.”

“Sure, I guess,” I was bored. I finished eating lunch quickly and then opened a new book. Amber seemed alright enough, but this mystery just wasn’t for me. I wanted to start small, but this was too small. There wasn’t even a mystery here. Diary, I really hope that I’ll find a good mystery to solve one day.

Day Six: A Connection?

Dear Diary,

At first, I didn’t think that there was much to this whole chicken thing since only one of them was gone, but after an update that my mom gave me, I’m starting to wonder if there’s something to these crimes.

When my mom came home from work yesterday, she told me that she had gotten more news on the chicken thing. At first, I shrugged it off because it was about chickens. I thought she would have told me that the Newstables got their chicken back, but that wasn’t the case. “Another chicken was stolen from a farm,” my mom told me. “It’s really weird, it’s like some guy is running around to different farms, but only stealing one chicken at a time. I mean, what’s the point of stealing just one chicken,” my mom complained.

It did seem really weird to me that someone was just taking one chicken. I wondered who would even want to do it. Was it another farmer who needed more chickens but didn’t have the money for it, was it some teenagers who were playing a prank, or if it was just a coincidence that two birds went missing. I was starting to wonder if there really was a crime in process. The police haven’t looked into it yet, so I don’t know if I should.

I think that I’ll keep wondering about a connection that could be here, but until then, there’s not much that I can do about the crime. Of course…this could be just the simple thing that I need to start my detective career…

Day Seven: Interviews

Dear Diary,

After thinking about it last night, I decided that even if there isn’t something here, there still might be something that I can gain from it. I figured that this would be a great way to start learning how to be a real detective. Since the police don’t care about the chickens yet, I doubt that they’ll try to stop me. It’ll be something easy that I can do to make a name for myself.

Like all good detectives, I decided to start by interviewing the victims of the crime, AKA, the farmers who got their chickens stolen. I already knew Amber’s story, so all I had to do now was visit the second family. If they had a similar story, then I could be sure that there was a connection. If there wasn’t a connection…then…well, I’ll figure it out as I go along.

I got to the second family’s house after school to interview them. The farmers who lived there thought it was a little weird that a kid was doing an investigation when the police weren’t. I told them that I thought there was connection, and the police didn’t yet. The old couple decided to help me out a little bit and tell me what they knew, which turned out to be not all that much.

Apparently, the husband and wife were sound asleep in bed when their chicken went missing. They didn’t see a thing, but they did tell me that there was no way that the chicken could have escaped on its own because the door was closed tightly and so were all of the windows. Someone had to have taken the chicken. They were confused as to why the thief would have only taken one chicken. I was confused too, and I hadn’t gotten any closer to solving the crime.

Day Eight: Old McDonald had a Pig, but not Anymore

Dear Diary,

Another robbery has taken place! This time, something much bigger than a chicken has been stolen. An entire pig has gone missing! Like, no one stole some bacon or anything; they just stole the whole pig. Who does that? No one knows for sure, but the media thinks that the person or people behind this are the people who stole the chickens, and I would have to agree with that. The police have gotten involved now; it seems that they care now.

The newspapers have dubbed the thief, “The Farmer’s Worst Nightmare.” I think that this title is a bit extreme, and it’s really long for a fake name. However, I can’t think of a better name for whoever is doing this, so I guess that I’ll just have to go along with the one that the newspaper has made up.

The newspaper also seems to think that the thief is actually a couple of thieves, which further complicates how much the name they made up matched up with their thoughts on the matter. The paper thinks that the robberies are being done by a group of rowdy teenagers, but I’m not so sure that I agree with that. I mean, what would a teenager even do with two chickens and a pig? It just didn’t make sense, like a puzzle with pieces missing from it.

Even though the police were now on the case, I doubted that they were going to get very far, since it seemed like they were so far off already. I’ll keep working on this mystery, though. This could still be the thing that makes or breaks the start of my detective career.

Day Nine: Another Interview, with Something Extra

Dear Diary,

I decided that I would interview the third family that gets robbed today. The police have already been here to see if the robber left any clues behind. The weird thing was, there were no clues. It was like the robber was a ghost or something, but ghosts weren’t real, so it couldn’t have been that. I had no idea who or what would be able to steal a huge pig without leaving behind a trace.

Once the police were away from the site, I decided to ask the farmers what they saw. Just like the second family, they didn’t have much to share. The crime happened at night while everyone was sleeping. The thief didn’t make any noise when they broke in and stole the pig, so they had no idea how the thief stole the pig.

I felt a little defeated as I started to leave the farm. It was really cool…not cool, but interesting, that someone or something could break into a place and steal something without anyone noticing all three times. It was also frustrating, too. I had no idea what was causing these crimes, or how to solve the crime because no clues were being left behind.

Something weird happened as I was about to leave the farmer’s property. I thought I heard someone yell my name, so I turned around. Instead of seeing a person, I saw a paper airplane coming my way. I tried to snatch it out of the air, but I missed. I picked it off of the ground and I heard someone run away. I opened the airplane. Inside it said, “I know more about the robbery. Meet me behind the school in two nights. Come alone.” I looked around to see if anyone was there, but I still couldn’t see anything. I wondered who the note was from. More importantly, I wondered if I should follow its instructions.

Day Ten: A Partner in…Non-Crime?

Dear Diary,

I didn’t know who I should talk to about the note that I found yesterday. I knew for sure that it was meant for me, but I had no idea who it was supposed to be from. My mind was racing with a million questions. I knew that I couldn’t talk to my mom about it because she would want me to stop my investigation if she thought that it was getting too dangerous. I did know of one person who I could turn to in this time of stress.

After school, I showed Amber the note that I got yesterday. She read it over a few times like she was looking for a clue within a clue…clue-seption? Anyway, as hard as Amber looked, she couldn’t seem to find anything wrong with the letter besides what it literally said. “What should I do about it?” I asked her.

Like I had already thought before I showed Amber the note, she knew that I couldn’t talk to my mom about this. However, Amber thought like a detective just like I did, and she knew that this clue was too important to pass up. “You need to meet whoever gave you this note, they could know something about the crime, but you can’t go alone.”

“Who am I supposed to bring with me?” I asked.

“I’ll go with you,” Amber said bravely. “We can keep each other safe,” she suggested. It was the best option I had heard of all day.

“Okay, let’s do it,” I said more confidently than I felt.

Day Eleven: The Note’s Author

Dear Diary,

The sun was setting, a merging for yellows and oranges melted in the sky above me, ready to make room for the purplish blue night sky that would flood the world above me later, only to be illuminated by the full moon. How’s that for the beginning of a detective story?

Anyway, I met up with Amber once I knew that the coast was clear. We carefully made our way over to the school. I was nervous about what might happen here, but I was a little more confident knowing that Amber was going to help me out with all of this. I bought a fake sword with me just in case things got rough. I could use it to scare off whoever sent the note if they had bad intentions. Earlier today, I thought about the note some more. The note was probably from someone who actually wanted to help the case, but it could have also been from someone who had committed the crime and who wanted to get an up-and-coming detective off of his or her case. This could be a trap, but it could also lead to an important clue. It was too good to pass up. I had to go, no matter how dangerous it might be.

Amber and I got to the back of the school. A few meters away we could see a shadowy figure. I pulled back, ready to run for it, but Amber grabbed onto my hand, making me stay. I was upset at first, but I knew that this was something we had to do. Amber, being much braver than I am, made an obnoxiously fake coughing noise to get the figure’s attention. Slowly, the figure came into the light. That’s when I noticed that the figure was someone I knew. It was little Benny Johnson! He was a grade below me. That’s when I realized who this must be! The farmers who got their pig stolen were the Johnsons! Benny must be their son!

I asked Benny to tell me what he knew. “Promise you’ll believe me? It was pretty weird.” I nodded so that he would know to continue, no matter how strange his story might be. “Well, I was out past my bedtime because I wasn’t tired, so I was just playing in the backyard with some of my toys. After it got really dark I heard a weird noise. I tried to see where it was coming from, but it was too dark to see much of anything. A little later, I could hear that our pigs were squealing like crazy. I mean, they were freaking out. I went over there to help, but then a huge…thing…came out of the barn with a big pig in its hand but I can’t figure what the creature looks like. This thing much has been pretty strong if it was able to lift a whole pig. I yelled at the thing to stop, but it didn’t listen to me. It just walked off into the woods with the pig.” Benny was out of breath once he was done telling his story, almost like he had just relived the scary event.

“Thanks for your help,” I said, and I meant it. He had given us more information than he probably knew. “Let’s meet here tomorrow at recess, and we can talk more when the sun’s up.” Benny nodded and started to make his way home. Amber and I left too. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Benny told me. There were so many clues in his story, I just knew it. Now all I had to do was figure out how it connected to everything else we knew.

Day Twelve: Who Dun It?

Dear Diary,

Like promised last night, Amber, Benny, and I all met up behind the school when it was time for recess. We had to sneak away from the rest of the kids and teachers, but it was for a good cause. I looked at our little group, proud that we had come so far. Just last week I was just a little Villager girl reading detective books, and now I have two new friends who are working on a real case with me.

We skipped small talk and got right to what we needed to talk about. “What do you think you saw,” I asked Benny. Yesterday he said that he saw something, but he never actually told us what he saw.

“I don’t know what I saw, but I do know that it was big and strong. It was too dark to see what it actually was.” Big and strong, there were a lot of things that it could be, but there were a lot more things that it couldn’t be. These two simple clues were narrowing down who the culprit was.

“It could have been a human,” Amber suggested. “The police already think that it’s just some rowdy teenager. They could be right.”

“I think it’s something creepier,” Benny suggested, “Like some sort of monster. Maybe it’s an Enderman or a skeleton who escaped from the Nether.”

“How strong are those things though?” I asked. “Maybe it’s something like an Iron Golem. Those are pretty strong.” The group nodded at what I said, but I think that they’re still focused on their own ideas. “Let’s keep thinking about this and regroup later,” I suggested. “It’s the most that we can do right now anyway.” The group agreed just in time for the bell to ring to show that recess was over, and just in time to leave my mind filled with new ideas.

Day Thirteen: We Want to Help!

Dear Diary,

Since no one has confessed to the crime yet, the police have put out an official warning, tell whoever stole the animals to bring them back or else they would face serious consequences. Even though the warning was just put out this morning, the police are starting to search around this afternoon to see if anyone is hiding the animals or the criminal who stole them. Since the police are so involved now, I want to be more involved, too.

I talked to Benny and Amber about getting more involved, and they agreed too. So, we decided to walk to the police station together. There was a Villager on guard named Jerry. “Jerry, we have some information about the thief for you that we want to share,” I said bravely.

“We have a few ideas of what the thief might be,” Amber said, just as confidently.

“What they said was true,” Benny chimed in.

Jerry started to laugh at us, like really loudly. He was laughing for so long that eventually his laughter turned into coughing, and then he had to settle down before he could talk to us. “Look, the police have a pretty good handle on this whole thing. We don’t need help from a bunch of kids.”

“We’re not a bunch of kids!” Amber yelled at him, something that I would never be tough enough to do. “We found out some stuff, and we think it could help.”

“Whatever,” Jerry scoffed. “Just tell your parents. If it’s really important then they’ll tell us what they found out.”

I was so mad at him. There he was, thinking that we didn’t know anything just because we were kids. “Fine! We just wanted to help!” I screamed before leaving the police station. I was super grumpy, but I had just done something rebellious. It was time to take the law into my own hands since the law didn’t want my help. It was my time to shine.

Day Fourteen: Stake Out, not Steak Out

Dear Diary,

We were on our own. The police thought they were too good to get help from a bunch of kids, or whatever they saw us as. It was insulting. Luckily, even if it wasn’t exactly a positive thing, my friends were just as ticked off as I was. We all wanted to do something to prove to the police that we knew what we were doing. Now we just had to figure out how to do that.

If there was one thing I learned from reading my detective books, it was that the best ways to catch a criminal in the act was to plan a stake out. When I first mentioned this, Benny asked if we were going to be eating steak, so I had to tell him that a stake out was when a group of people sat around waiting for something to happen so that they could see it with their own eyes, and that a steak out was when a group of people went to a fancy restaurant to eat pricey meat. Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, he was a little less excited to join Amber and me, but he still agreed to do it. Now we just needed to figure out how to do it.

There was another farm next to Benny’s house that hadn’t been robbed yet, so it was only natural to think that the criminal would strike there next. Benny called his parents to ask if Amber and I could sleep over, and they said that we could. Tomorrow our slumber party would turn into a stake out party. We would get results. I could just feel it.

Day Fifteen: The Slumber Party Stake Out

Dear Diary,

Amber and I went to Benny’s house after we ate dinner at our own houses. I made sure to buy lots of soda, and Amber brought some leftover Halloween candy so that we would be able to stay up late. All of the crimes had been done at night before, so I was sure that this one was going to be done at night too.

At the beginning of the party, we did some normal things. Benny’s parents asked us how we were doing in school and if we had any hobbies. We played some board games and watched a movie until Benny’s parents went to bed. When we were sure that they were asleep, we decided to sneak out to the neighbor’s farm. We sat next to their barn. The thief would need to come this way if it was going to steal anything.

We had to wait for forever. At least, it seemed like we were waiting for forever. I was starting to fall asleep when I heard a noise coming from the bushes. I sat up and nudged Amber to wake her up. It was so dark, so it was hard to see what the thief was, but it was easy to see that it was coming this way. I freaked out. I felt like I was frozen.

The creature came near the barn and went inside of it. I wanted to say something, but I was too scared to speak. A few minutes later, the creature came out of the barn with a squealing pig in its arms. Like Benny’s old story, the creature walked back into the woods without paying attention to us.

Once we were sure that the creature was gone we ran back to Benny’s house. I’m so scared, I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight. Even though we didn’t get a close look at the creature, now I know that it’s real, huge, and stronger than anything I’ve ever seen. This thing definitely wasn’t a human or a Villager. So what was it?

Day Sixteen: The Revised Plan

Dear Diary,

It was too dark to see the creature last night. We had a perfect plan, or at least I thought that we did. We were able to pick a farm that the creature hadn’t been to, we knew where to go to see the creature, and we were able to get up close and personal without getting hurt. To me, that was a great victory over everything that the police had managed to do. The only problem was that we still didn’t know what was stealing everything. Of course, the police didn’t know who was stealing yet either, so we were actually behind at all, which was pretty impressive for a group of elementary school students.

Now all we had to do was figure out a way to actually see the creature. After a few silly ideas like setting a farm on fire, trapping the thief by building a wall around it really quickly, and dressing up like animals so that the thief would take one of us so that we would be able to see it better. Of course, we realized that all of these plans were terrible; we came up with a realistic plan that combined a few of the good elements from our silly plans.

In the end, we decided that we would bring a torch with us so that we would be able to see a little bit, but we wouldn’t accidentally burn down a whole field. We would also use a toy chicken as bait to lure the creature in so that no one’s real chicken would get stolen. We would hide near the stuffed toy to get a good look at the thief. We would stay far enough not to get caught by the thief, though. I hope everything goes well. I’m a little scared, but I know that I need to be brave.

Day Seventeen: Take Two

Dear Diary,

It was time to try our scheme again, but to do it right this time. I met up with Benny and Amber once the sun went down and our parents were asleep. We met up at Benny’s house and then moved to an abandoned lot a little farther away. We decided not to try our second stake out at an actual farm because we didn’t want the thief to steal anyone’s real animal and for it to be our fault. Instead, we figured that an animal out in the open would be easier to steal anyway. We had some trouble finding a place to hide until we found some long grass. Since we were next to some very flammable grass, we decided not to light the torch until the creature showed up so that we could get a good look at it without burning down our hiding spot.

I was nervous as we waited, but I did my best to stay quiet. Like the last stake out, I was almost asleep by the time the creature showed up. It walked up to the stuffed animal, but it was like it didn’t know that it was fake. It picked it up and carried it back towards the woods like it had done with the other animals. I struggled to light the torch, but I eventually did it. That’s when I saw the creature for what it really was…an Enderman!

Day Eighteen: No Thanks, Kids

Dear Diary,

Benny, Amber, and I had just come into some very interesting news. We knew that we couldn’t keep this to ourselves even if we wanted to. We knew who…or at least, what was stealing all of the farm animals. The police still had no clue who the thief was, so we decided that we should tell them. We agreed to go together. No matter how brave we were apart, we were so much stronger together. Finding the Enderman might have been tough, but talking to an adult in an authority position might have been even harder.

We walked to the police station together and when we went inside we saw that a Villager policewoman was manning the desk. Luckily, it was a different officer than the last time we were here, so I didn’t think she was going to make fun of us. “Linda,” I read off her name tag, “We have some important information for you about the chicken case.” I tried to sound as grown-up as possible.

“Oh, and what’s that?” She asked.

“We were staking out a fake crime yesterday, don’t worry about the details, and we saw that the thief was an Enderman!” I sounded confident, but the policewoman didn’t take me seriously.

Linda started to laugh. “That’s cute, kids, but everyone knows that Endermen only steal blocks.”

“You’ve got to believe us,” Benny said. “We had to work really hard to see it.”

“I’m sure you did,” Linda kept laughing. “The police just don’t want any kids involve with the case. Stay in school instead.”

“We can help even if we’re kids,” Amber said bravely. “Just listen to us.”

“Here, how about I give you some stickers? Would you like that?”

“I’d like it if you’d take us seriously!” Amber yelled and then left. I followed her.

From behind, I could hear Benny softly saying, “I’d like a sticker,” before he caught up with the rest of us. We tried, but I guess now we really are on our own.

Day Nineteen: Proving Them Wrong

Dear Diary,

Amber and I were really upset about what happened yesterday at the police station. They didn’t believe us just because we were kids! It just wasn’t fair. If our parents went with us then the police would believe them! I would ask my mom to tell the police for us, but in a way, I really want the credit for solving this crime with my friends, and having my mom tell the police would make it seem like she was the one who solved the crime, while Amber, Benny, and I are doing all of the hard work.

We had to think of a way to prove that we knew that the Enderman was the thief. We thought about taking a picture, but it was always dark when the Enderman stole things. It was hard to see it with our own eyes, which meant that it would be harder to see it on a camera. We didn’t want to follow it into the woods either because it might hurt us if we did. Even if it didn’t hurt us, we would have to do it at night, and we could probably get lost.

“It’s too bad that we don’t know where the Enderman is putting all of this stuff,” Benny said with a sigh. “If we found the stash then we could prove that the Enderman was stealing the stuff.”

“Benny!” I nearly cheered. “That’s it! If we find the animals, then we can prove that we actually caught the Enderman! You’re a genius!” Benny looked a little embarrassed at what I said, but I was still glad that I said it anyway.

“Tomorrow we can learn more about the Enderman so we can get a clue to where it might be hiding the animals,” Amber chimed in.

“Sounds like a plan,” I said. Our plan was really coming along now. Everything was perfect; we were going to prove that we found the Enderman. I just know it!

Day Twenty: A Special Kind of Enderman

Dear Diary,

Amber, Benny, and I went to the library today to learn everything that we could about Endermen, and more importantly, why an Enderman would want to steal animals when they usually stole blocks. We also wanted to know how dangerous Endermen actually were so that we wouldn’t get ourselves hurt when we tried to look for where the Enderman was hiding all of the animals that it stole. To make things easier on ourselves, we divided up the work. I was going to look up why it would be stealing animals. Benny would look up where it might be hiding them. Amber would look up how to defend ourselves against it.

A few hours later, we had some results that could help us with our case. I found out that this was a rare kind of Enderman that was causing our problems. Most Endermen did steal blocks, but every once in a while one was a little messed up when it was created. Some Endermen never picked up a block, some only picked up one kind of block, and some picked up other stuff. Since our Enderman was picking up weird stuff and hiding it, this meant that it was a collector Enderman, which was a perfectly good piece of proof that I could show to the cops so that they would know that Endermen did steal things other than blocks.

Benny found out that Endermen were simple creatures, and usually hid all of their stuff in one spot, which made things convenient for us. Since the Enderman always retreated to the woods, the stuff was probably hiding there.

Amber found out that Endermen usually ignore people if they aren’t provoked, but that they’re also very protective of their stuff. We had to find the pile when the Enderman wasn’t around, or else we would have to pay.

Now that we know more, we can do more. I’m confident that we’ll be able to find this creature and bring it to justice!

Day Twenty-One: Not Yet

Dear Diary,

Now that we knew a lot about the Endermen, my friends wanted to try to find the hiding place. Even though I was feeling confident yesterday, I wasn’t feeling so good about it today. I just woke up with a bad feeling in my gut, like something was going to go wrong if we went out today. When I couldn’t explain my feelings, Amber scoffed at me and decided to go on without me. Not really knowing what else to do, Benny followed her. I thought about chasing after them to join them in their search for the animals, but my bad feeling held me back.

I sat at home for most of today, feeling really bummed out about the whole thing. I mean, I wanted to solve this mystery, but I knew that something was wrong, even if I couldn’t exactly put my finger on it. Since there wasn’t school today, I decided to watch some TV and read the paper. While I was reading the paper I suddenly realized what my bad feeling had been about.

On the front page, there was a story about how the police were going to investigate the “Farmer’s worst nightmare” case. Anyone found near the animals would be in deep trouble.

I took a deep breath and hoped that my friends couldn’t find the pile, or else they would be in deep trouble. I’m glad that I didn’t go with them, but now I was worried about what they would do without me.

Day Twenty-Two: Breaking News! The Thieves have been Caught!

Dear Diary,

Something terrible happened today! It turns out that Benny and Amber did get caught yesterday. I still don’t know if they found the animals or not. I’m going to visit them tomorrow and find out. I have to wait until tomorrow to see them because they’re not at home…they’re in juvenile detention, which is like jail for kids! The newspaper already ran a story about it, even though all of the facts are wrong. I decided to glue it in here so that I can have something to rub in the police’s faces when I do solve this crime. Anyway, here it is.

 

Breaking News! The Thieves have been Caught!

Written by Janet Villagerson

Last night while searching for the infamous “The Farmer’s Worst Nightmare,” local policemen and women scoured the woods. At first, they found nothing, but just as they were about to give up the search, they found something that amazed them. There was not one nightmare, but two.

Local kids, Benjamin Johnson (9) and Amber Newstables (10), were found poking around a site where a horse had been recently stolen from. When confronted, the kids claimed to be looking for the thieves themselves. Throughout the investigation, the kids have been poking around other crime scenes, claiming to be trying to find the “real” criminal. Ironically enough, some of the stolen animals belonged to the Johnson and Newstables families. Now police believe that they were just using this as a cover story to hide their crimes.

Farmers in the area are outraged at this, but it’s not unexpected. They are asking the children to tell them where their animals are, but the children are refusing to talk to anyone at the moment about the crime. They claim to be innocent, but the police still think that they are just lying.

Both Johnson and Newstables are confined to the Overworld Juvenile Detention Center until they confess for their involvement in the animal robberies. Once they confess they will be released, but properly sentenced to community service. More updates on this story will follow once more evidence is collected or when one of the children confesses to their childish crime.

 

Day Twenty-Three: Visiting the Criminals

Dear Diary,

I got my mom’s permission to visit Amber and Benny today. She didn’t believe that they were guilty just like I did. I didn’t tell her the whole story yet, but she knew that anyone that I hung out with had to be a good kid. I’m glad that my mom was on my side, even if the police and the newspaper were spinning stories about my friends.

When I met my friends they looked really tired, like they hadn’t slept all night. I was starting to get really worried about them. I didn’t have much time to talk to them, so I ignored what they looked like and focused on the burning question that had been stuck in my mind all night. “What happened?!”

“We were at the wrong place at the wrong time,” Amber said, sounding defeated.

“We were looking for the animals, but it turned out that the police were looking for the animals too. When they saw us poking around, they figured that we were the ones who had stolen the animals in the first place.” Benny said.

“Yeah, we tried to explain that we had been staking out farms and that we had figured out that it was a collector Enderman that was causing all of the problems, but they didn’t believe us. They thought that we were making up a story to cover our tracks.” Amber continued Benny’s train of thought.

“We tried talking our way out of it, we told them everything that we knew, except for that you were involved too because we didn’t want you to get in trouble too. Everything we said just made them believe that we were the thieves even more.” Benny explained.

“They want us to confess, and I’m kind of thinking that we should just to get out of here,” Amber said. She didn’t sound brave at all anyone, and she was supposed to be the brave one in the group.

Deciding that I had to be the brave one now, I said, “Don’t confess. You haven’t done anything wrong. I’ll make this right. Don’t worry about a thing.” I sounded more confident than I felt.

“How are you going to do that?” Benny asked shyly.

“I don’t know yet…” I admitted. “But what I do know is that I’ll do anything it takes to get you two out of here!”

“TIME’S UP!” A guard yelled. I had to leave. I felt sorry for my friends, but I also knew that only I could help them now, and that’s just what I was going to do. Now I just had to figure out how to help them…

Day Twenty-Four: How do I Help my Friends?

Dear Diary,

It was up to me, and me alone, to help get my friends out of trouble. I felt a little bad because it was technically my fault that they were in trouble in the first place. I mean, I didn’t make them look for the animals, but it was my idea to investigate this crime in the first place. If it wasn’t for me, Amber would still be reading her books for mystery kicks, and Benny would be doing…well, whatever he did before he met Amber and me. Anyway, with this task on my shoulders, I felt like I was going to get sick because I was so stressed out. This was a way bigger responsibility than washing the dishes three days a week… What was I going to do?

I knew that the only thing that would help my friends would be if I could prove that they were the ones who didn’t steal those animals. The only way to do that was to actually find the animals, which my friends hadn’t been able to do. I guess that I’ll just need to try my best. Actually…I better try my best or else who knows when my friends will get out… I hope that I can do this…I’m so nervous…

Day Twenty-Five: Looking for the Animals

Dear Diary,

I had a mission: I needed to find the animals that the Enderman stole. I knew that they were probably somewhere in the woods. The thing is, I really don’t like the woods. They’re really gross. I mean, there are bugs everywhere. Dirt basically lives in the woods. There’s always the problem of weird animals being in the woods. What if I run into a Creeper while I’m looking for the animal? What if I run into a bigger animal who is looking for the animals too? But the worst thing about the woods is that…I’m allergic to pine! It makes my nose all runny and I get stuffed up for days. It’s a rough price to pay, but I know that I need to do it…for my friends.

I got ready to go in the woods. I filled my inventory with water, snacks, a map to draw my route on in case I found the animals, and a camera to take a picture of the proof. Mom put sunscreen all over me before I left. I put on my sunhat and I was ready to go. It was time to find some chickens.

I figured that the animals would be deep in the woods. I went to Benny’s family’s farm and entered the woods in the same place that the Enderman had the day that we saw it. I figured it was best to follow the creature’s tracks, but that’s when I realized that there were no tracks. With all of my studying, I forgot that Endermen can teleport! The animals could be anywhere! I felt frustrated right away, but I knew that I had to keep trying. After all, I had just started.

I walked all over the woods and drew my route on the map to make sure that I didn’t start walking in circles. When the sun started to set, I knew that I had to get home. I didn’t want to be caught in the woods after dark. I rushed home empty handed. I hope that I won’t disappoint my friends like I’ve disappointed myself today.

Day Twenty-Six: Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood, and I Took the one Most Traveled by

Dear Diary,

I don’t know if it’s obvious without my needing to say it, but I’m really done. That walk in the woods wiped me out yesterday. I know that I need to keep trying, since I didn’t find anything useful yesterday, but I’m so worn out that I don’t know whether or not I have it in me to investigate the big dark woods. I decided just to stick to the trails today. Who knows? Maybe the Enderman loves hiking? If not, then at least I can say that I tried, right?

I took the camera today so that I could take some nature shots. I always did like how the sunlight hit the blocks of leaves on the trees; it was just so pretty. If I was going to get anything out of today, then it could at least be some good pictures. I decided to take the path that my mom and I always used to take when we wanted to hike. It was nice. There were trees everywhere. I remember how I used to make forts in the summer here. I wonder if being ten meant that I was too old to build a fort anymore…

Anyway, I decided to walk and snap some pictures of everything around me. It was nice. I kept walking, and then I heard something weird. It sounded like…a chicken? A chicken! I followed the noise and what did I find? All of the animals! They were inside of a fence made out of all sorts of weird blocks. It looked like everything mismatched just enough to make it work.

I snapped pictures until the camera was full and then I ran back home. I was going to save my friends!

Day Twenty-Seven: Mom!

Dear Diary,

I was so excited about what I found yesterday that I wanted to run straight to the police station so that I could get my friends out of trouble, but when I was halfway there I realized that the police wouldn’t listen to me. They hadn’t listened to me the first two times that I told them that I had found important information about the case, and I doubted that the third time would be the charm with these guys. The only third charm that they’d like would be if they could have a reason to throw me into the detention center with my friends, and I knew that I couldn’t help them from in there even if I wanted to. That’s why I had to wait until today to take any action.

I knew who the police would listen to…an adult. I also happened to know an adult pretty well…my mom! The only downside of all this was that I had to come clean to my mom about what I was up to for the past few weeks. I hardly ever kept secrets from my mom. I mean, before I met Amber my mom was basically my only friend. I was nervous about how she was going to take the news. No matter how she took it, I needed to tell her the truth. “Mom, I’m a detective,” I told her plainly.

“I know, dear,” she replied.

“No, I mean…I’ve been looking into this chicken case.”

“I thought you didn’t care about the chicken case. What changed?”

“Well, I didn’t care about it at first, but then I made some friends whose farms got robbed and I started to look into the crime.” I started to rant so I could get it all out. “My friends and I were staking out some farms and we noticed that there was this big huge monster thing stealing the chickens. We didn’t stop looking into it, so the next time we brought a torch and we found out that the monster was really an Enderman. Only, it wasn’t just any kind of Enderman, it was a collector Enderman. Benny and Amber were trying to find all of the animals that it stole when they got arrested. I’ve been looking for them the last couple of days so that I could prove that they didn’t do anything. Mom, I really did find something, too! I found the chickens, but I can’t tell the police because they won’t believe me. I need you to tell them; they’ll believe you.”

My mom just stood there for a minute. It looked like she was in shock. “Uh…okay? We can go tomorrow. Just…no more doing…whatever you just did.” My mom started to walk out of the room. As she left I heard her mutter, “Ugh, now I’ve got a headache. That kid talks too fast…”

Day Twenty-Eight: You Tell ‘Em, Mom

Dear Diary,

It was the moment of truth. The final buzzer.The be-all, end-all. I couldn’t be more excited! The police were going to get smack-talked so bad by my mom. I was sure of it! We walked to the police station together. I had all of the pictures that I needed to prove what I saw and a smile on my face that radiated confidence. The police weren’t going to know what hit them.

We walked into the station and I threw my pictures on the desk. “Benny and Amber didn’t steal the animals. There’s the proof.” I said loudly.

“My daughter found the stolen animals, and she knows that an Enderman was the one who stole them. I can lead you to the animals if you want, and you can wait until night fall to capture the creature if you want too.” My mom sounded as confident as me. Maybe that’s where I get it from.

The lady behind the desk told us to hold on while she went to talk to some of the other police officers. “We’ll look into this,” she said. “If this is a fake lead, then both of you will be in trouble. The police station doesn’t like jokes. Now…since you’ve heard this warning, do you still want us to go to these animals?” The woman was taunting us, trying to get us to say that we were lying. I had enough of police officers telling me that I didn’t know enough.

“I’m sure,” my mom and I said at the same time.

“Fine. We’ll look into it tonight and get back to you tomorrow.” The woman sounded upset, even though we had just given her highly important information. I ignored her tone and left, knowing that my friends would be fine tomorrow.

Day Twenty-Nine: In and Out of Jail

Dear Diary,

The police finally checked out what my friends and I have been talking about for weeks. They even made sure to go at night. Sure enough, they caught the Enderman coming back from a farm with a huge cow in its arms. Before the Enderman had time to react, the police had trapped it and brought it into the jail. How a person can capture something that teleports, I don’t know, but I’m glad that they did it. Now the Enderman has something new to collect while it’s sitting in jail…trash from the side of the road.

My friends were released from juvie today and all of the animals were returned to the farmers. No one knows why the Enderman took all of the animals, and I don’t think it’s going to tell anyone why either. I guess some things in life just can’t really be explained, that’s all.

My friends went home to spend time with their families, which I understand. We’re going to hang out tomorrow, though and talk about everything that happened, and hopefully some other stuff too because I’m sure they don’t want to talk about their time in juvie forever. The police did apologize to them, and gave them cards to get free cake for a year, so they’re pretty satisfied with the justice they got. The police gave my mom and I a free card too for helping to solve the crime. Personally, I just think they might have had a lot of extra cake cards, but I’m not going to complain about it.

Now it’s time for me to go home. I can’t wait to see my friends tomorrow!

Day Thirty: The Team is Back!

Dear Diary,

My friends and I got together today and had some cake. I have a feeling that we’re going to be eating a lot of cake for the next year. My friends did tell me a little about what went down in juvie. I guess that Amber fought the toughest girl there and won, making sure that no one would mess with her. She protected Benny, too, even though he didn’t want to fight anyone.

I asked them what we should do next, but no one really knew. “It’s too bad we can’t just solve more mysteries,” Benny said with his mouth full of chocolate cake.

“Why can’t we?” I asked, getting excited about the idea of solving more mysteries with my friends.

“You know what? We should do it!” Amber was starting to get excited too.

“What should we call ourselves?” I asked.

“What if we combine all of our names…we would be… Benny’s Amber Jewels? I mean, amber is a type of jewel, right?”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” I replied, “But it does sound cool. We can even be BAJ for short. What do you think?” I asked Amber.

“I think….that we’ve got a mystery team!”

So, there is it. We have our very own mystery group now. I can’t wait for the next mystery to spring up. I hope it’ll be even more exciting as the last one!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

Mark Mulle is a passionate Minecraft gamer who writes game guides, short stories, and novels about the Minecraft universe. He has been exploring, building, and fighting in the game ever since its launch, and he often uses in-game experiences for inspiration on creating the best fiction for fellow fans of the game. He works as a professional writer and splits his time between gaming, reading, and storytelling, three hobbies and lifelong passions that he attributes to a love of roleplaying, a pursuit of challenging new perspectives, and a visceral enjoyment the vast worlds that imagination has to offer. His favorite thing to do, after a long day of creating worlds both on and off the online gaming community, is to relax with his dog, Herobrine, and to unwind with a good book. His favorite authors include Stephen King, Richard A. Knaak, George R. R. Martin, and R. A. Salvatore, whose fantasy works he grew up reading or is currently reading. Just like in Minecraft, Mark always strives to level up, so to speak, so that he can improve his skills and continue to surprise his audience. He prefers to play massive multiplayer online games but often spends time in those games fighting monsters one on one and going solo against the toughest mobs and bosses he can manage to topple. In every game, his signature character build is a male who focuses mostly on crafting weapons and enchanting, and in every battle, he always brings a one hander sword and a shield with as much magical attributes as he can pour into them. Because he always plays alone, he likes to use his game guides to share all the secrets and knowledge he gains, and who know—he may have snuck some information into his fiction as well. Keep an eye out for his next book!

 

 

Other books by this author

 

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Diary of a Brave Iron Golem

Book 1: The Village Protector

Book 2: Attacked by the Wither

 

Diary of Jake and His Zombie Pigman

Book 1: The Creature from the Nether

Book 2: The Spiders Show the Way

 

The White Eyed Ghost’s Promise

Book 1: Herobrine Lives

Book 2: Herobrine’s Manor

 

Diary of a Hero Zombie

Book 1: Herobrine’s Gauntlet

Book 2: The Cult of Herobrine

Book 3: Into the Nether Portal

 

Diary of Erik Enderman

Book 1: Block Thief

Book 2: Adventures with Steve

Book 3: The Legend of the Endermen’s Treasure

 

Diary of a Valiant Wolf

Book 1: Steve’s Wolves

Book 2: Zombie Horde

Book 3: Defeating the Dragon

 

Diary of a Mob – Bony the Skeleton,

Book 1: Where the Block is My Bow?

Book 2: Where the Block is My Dad?

 

Diary of a Mob – Sebastian the Gutsy Sheep

Book 1: No Ordinary Sheep

Book 2: Sebastian Seeks Revenge

 

Rise of the Wither, Book 1: New Danger

 

Books in the Carnival of Doom series

Book One: The Angry Ghost

Book Two: To the Nether Portal

Book Three: Trapped

 

Books in the Diary of a Crafty Player Series

Book One: Blocky World

Book Two: The Fort Keepers

Book Three: The Search for the Dragon

 

Diary of Reg the Villager,

Book One: In Search of the Creative Mode

Book Two: Nether Here Nor There

Book Three: The Wolfdog and the Dragon

 

Diary of Steve the Explorer, The Cube World Chronicles

Book One: The Unknown Enemy

Book Two: Diary of the Curious Creeper

Book Three: Diary of an Enderman, the Game Keeper

 

Diary of Steve the Adventurer,

Book One: In the Lair of Herobrine

Book Two: To the Nether Portal

 

Diary of a Zombie Hunter,

Book One: The Zombie Specialist

Book Two: Zombie or Griefers

Book Three: The Captain of Overwatch

 

Diary of a Mob – Rowley the Rabbit,

Book One: The Runaway Rabbit

 

Books in the Diary of an Adventurous Creeper Series

Book One: Creeper Chronicles

Book Two: Journey to the End

Book Three: Dragon Savior

 

Books in the Adventures Through the Over World Trilogy

Book One: Creeping Transformation

Book Two: Steven and the Island of Bones

Book Three: The Zoo in Jericho City

 

The Quest: The Untold Story of Steve Trilogy

Book One: The Tale of a Hero

Book Two: The Unfinished Game

Book Three: The Endings and Beginnings of a Legend

 

The Obsidian Chronicles Trilogy

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book One: Ender Rain

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book Two: Hell and Back

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book Three: Of Dragons and Demons

 

The Doppelganger Trilogy

The Doppelganger, Book One: Steve’s Chance

The Doppelganger, Book Two: Steve vs. Herobrine

The Doppelganger, Book Three: The Ender Dragon Reborn

 

The Cult Trilogy

The Cult, Part One

The Cult, Part Two

The Cult, Part Three

 

The Legend: The Mystery of Herobrine Trilogy

Book One: The Start of the Quest

Book Two: The Truth about the Myth

Book Three: Herobrine versus the World

 

The Dragon’s Mountain Trilogy

Book One: Attacked by the Griefers

Book Two: The Hidden Village

Book Three: The White Mobs

 

The Temple of Destruction Trilogy

Book One: The Lost Treasures

Book Two: The Curse

Book Three: Notch versus Herobrine

 

Books in The Enemy’s Revenge Trilogy

Book One: Ghost Sightings

Book Two: Kidnapped

Book Three: To The End World

 

Attack of the Overworld Trilogy

Book One: Finding Herobrine

Book Two: Finding Steve

Book Three: The Final Mine


The Villager Detective Diaries, Book 1: The Missing Chickens

GENRE: Children’s Adventure (An Unofficial Minecraft Book for Kids Ages 9 - 12 (Preteen) Detective Jones is on the case for the very first time, which means that she has a lot to learn. In her ten years of life, Detective Jones, or Jewels, as her parents call her, has been reading every mystery novel that she could get her hands on. Since she had only learned how to read five years ago, she hadn’t actually read much, but she had read enough to know that there was something weird going on in her village. Other Villager’s chickens were disappearing every day, and no one knows who was behind it. The local police didn’t think much of the crimes, which meant that it was up to Jewels and a couple of friends she made along the way, to solve the case. Like any mystery, there’s a decent amount of danger that comes with the job, but Jewels is up for it. She’s also up for writing it all down in her diary, The Villager Detective Diaries: Missing Chickens. Author’s Note: This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this "Minecraft Adventure Series" such as Steve, Endermen, Creeper or Herobrine...etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch

  • Author: Mark Mulle
  • Published: 2016-07-04 10:41:41
  • Words: 11290
The Villager Detective Diaries, Book 1: The Missing Chickens The Villager Detective Diaries, Book 1: The Missing Chickens