บท 2: Lilian the intelligent school prefect chapter 1
Lilian the Intelligent School Prefect (Chapter 1: The Case of the Missing Mascot)
The crisp autumn air swirled fallen leaves around Lilian's polished shoes as she surveyed the chaotic scene. St. Jude's Academy, usually a picture of pristine order, was in an uproar. The school mascot, a rather plump and decidedly grumpy-looking badger named Barnaby, had vanished.
Lilian, head prefect and possessor of a mind sharper than any of the school's many gleaming trophies, adjusted her perfectly-straight blazer. This wasn't just a missing pet situation; this was a crisis of epic proportions. Barnaby's disappearance had coincided with the annual inter-school debating competition, St. Jude's's biggest event of the year, and Barnaby was the star of the opening ceremony. His absence was nothing short of catastrophic.
"He was last seen near the oak tree by the old library," announced Headmaster Thompson, his usually impeccable composure slightly ruffled. His voice, usually booming with authority, was tinged with panic. "No one seems to have seen anything unusual. It's simply… baffling."
Lilian, however, didn't find it baffling. She found it… intriguing. She approached the oak tree, her keen eyes scanning the ground for clues. Other students milled about, their faces a mixture of concern and excitement. The air buzzed with whispers and speculation, ranging from mischievous pranks to outright badger-napping.
Lilian, however, focused on the details. A small, almost imperceptible scuff mark on the bark of the oak tree caught her eye. She knelt, examining it carefully. It wasn't a scratch; it was a pressure mark, almost as if something heavy had been pressed against the tree. Next to it, a tiny, almost invisible thread, shimmering faintly blue.
She traced the thread, following its delicate path towards the old library. It led her to a small, almost hidden alcove, obscured by overgrown ivy. Inside, nestled amongst the dusty tomes, was a small, blue feather. A distinctly *blue* jay feather.
Lilian straightened, a thoughtful frown creasing her brow. Blue jays weren't native to the area. They were notoriously clever, and known for their elaborate nesting habits. And, she realised with a sudden burst of insight, they were also exceptionally fond of shiny objects.
This wasn't a simple case of a missing badger. This was a meticulously planned heist. But who would steal Barnaby, and why? And what did the blue jay feather have to do with it? The pieces were there; Lilian just needed to put them together. The clock was ticking, and the debating competition was fast approaching. Lilian, the intelligent school prefect, was on the case.
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