The story of Squeke the Pekingese playing as Poiriot in a murder case. The story takes place in London, England in Prince Charles Manor where Lord Charles spaniel has been murdered in the night. Who is to blame? As mais murders seize the lives of visitors to the manor, Lady charlotte sends a bold message to Detective Squeke. Can he solve the mystery and save the manor? Find out now..
-Prolouge-
..Rain was coming down in thick sheets, making the outside look green. Lady charlotte gazed from her royal red cuishoned assento por the tall window longingly. The sound of an approaching car made her lift her small, round head with hope glittering in her big, brown eyes. A black car, shiny from the pouring rain appeared from under the trees and bumped up the gold-pebbled drive. Lady charlotte leaped to the floor and bumped down the steps, her furry legs pumping, her rosa, -de-rosa tongue lolling in an unlady-like fashion. She darted into the foir. The maid, a black and white pekingese affectionately known as Mag opened the door. A sturdy pekingese stood on the porch.
"Are you Lady charlotte Spaniel?" he asked with a french accent. Lady Charotte came to her senses, realizing her mouth was hanging open and her tongue was flapping well out of her jowls. Her pele, peles was ruffled. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, flattening down her pele, peles and returning her tongue to her mouth. "I must be a disgrace to look at in this state!" But the pekingese only smiled understandlingy and knowingly, "It's is understandable, for a peke who has lost her mate in such a form m'Lady". he replied. "Now tell me," he leaned foreward,"Shall we investigate?"
-Prolouge-
..Rain was coming down in thick sheets, making the outside look green. Lady charlotte gazed from her royal red cuishoned assento por the tall window longingly. The sound of an approaching car made her lift her small, round head with hope glittering in her big, brown eyes. A black car, shiny from the pouring rain appeared from under the trees and bumped up the gold-pebbled drive. Lady charlotte leaped to the floor and bumped down the steps, her furry legs pumping, her rosa, -de-rosa tongue lolling in an unlady-like fashion. She darted into the foir. The maid, a black and white pekingese affectionately known as Mag opened the door. A sturdy pekingese stood on the porch.
"Are you Lady charlotte Spaniel?" he asked with a french accent. Lady Charotte came to her senses, realizing her mouth was hanging open and her tongue was flapping well out of her jowls. Her pele, peles was ruffled. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, flattening down her pele, peles and returning her tongue to her mouth. "I must be a disgrace to look at in this state!" But the pekingese only smiled understandlingy and knowingly, "It's is understandable, for a peke who has lost her mate in such a form m'Lady". he replied. "Now tell me," he leaned foreward,"Shall we investigate?"
