Chapitre 6: Lilian the intelligent school prefect chapter 6
Lilian the Intelligent School Prefect: Chapter 6
The crisp autumn air swirled fallen leaves around Lilian's polished shoes as she surveyed the scene. The school mascot, a rather plump and frankly rather grumpy-looking badger named Barnaby, was missing. His usually pristine habitat – a custom-built badger burrow nestled within the meticulously manicured rose garden – was empty. Only a single, muddy paw print remained.
This wasn't just any missing mascot situation. Barnaby was due to lead the annual Harvest Festival parade in less than 24 hours. His absence was a crisis of epic proportions, threatening to unravel the meticulously planned event and send Headmistress Periwinkle into a state of apoplectic fury.
"Anything, Thomas?" Lilian asked, her gaze sharp as she addressed her loyal deputy, Thomas, a bespectacled boy with an encyclopedic knowledge of obscure historical facts.
Thomas adjusted his glasses. "Only a single, rather large muddy paw print, Prefect Lilian. It doesn't quite match Barnaby's usual tracks, suggesting… well, it suggests potential foul play."
Lilian frowned. Foul play involving a school mascot? It was certainly unusual. She surveyed the scene again, her eyes scanning the rose bushes, the meticulously trimmed hedges, the perfectly aligned flowerbeds. Nothing seemed out of place, yet something felt… off.
"Let's interview the witnesses," Lilian declared. "Start with Mr. Fitzwilliam, the groundskeeper. He's the one who usually checks on Barnaby."
Mr. Fitzwilliam, a kindly old man with a perpetually soil-stained apron, recounted his routine. He'd last seen Barnaby at precisely 7:00 AM, happily munching on a particularly juicy worm. He hadn't noticed anything unusual.
Next, Lilian interviewed the members of the Eco Club, who often visited Barnaby's burrow to observe him. They all confirmed that Barnaby was in his burrow that morning, but none had seen him since. Suspiciously, however, one member, a particularly shifty-eyed girl named Penelope, nervously avoided eye contact.
Lilian's sharp intellect clicked into gear. Penelope's nervousness, combined with the unusually large paw print, suggested something more than a simple escape. Could Barnaby have been… kidnapped?
"Thomas," Lilian whispered, "I need you to check the security footage from the school's CCTV cameras. Focus on the area around the rose garden between 7:00 AM and now."
While Thomas reviewed the footage, Lilian returned to Barnaby's burrow. She examined the paw print again, noting its unusually deep impression in the soft earth. Then, she noticed something else – a tiny, almost invisible thread snaking its way from the burrow towards the nearby woods.
Following the thread, Lilian discovered a makeshift trap, cleverly concealed beneath a pile of leaves. And there, nestled within the trap, was Barnaby, looking remarkably unruffled, gnawing on a rather large carrot. The thread, she realized, was part of a sophisticated, if somewhat amateurish, tracking device.
Penelope, it turned out, was not a kidnapper, but rather a well-meaning (if slightly misguided) aspiring wildlife photographer. She'd tried to create a unique photo opportunity for Barnaby, her trap a slightly overzealous attempt at capturing him in a natural setting.
The Harvest Festival was saved, Barnaby was returned to his burrow (with a stern warning from Lilian against future photography attempts), and Headmistress Periwinkle was spared her apoplectic fit. Lilian, once again, proved her exceptional skills as an intelligent school prefect, solving even the most unusual of school mysteries.
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