The Trouble with Chickens: A J.J. Tully Mystery (J. J. Tully Mysteries)

The Trouble with Chickens: A J.J. Tully Mystery (J. J. Tully Mysteries)

Doreen Cronin, Kevin Cornell

Language: English

Pages: 144

ISBN: 0061215341

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


J.J. Tully is a former search-and-rescue dog who is trying to enjoy his retirement after years of performing daring missions saving lives. So he’s not terribly impressed when two chicks named Dirt and Sugar (who look like popcorn on legs) and their chicken mom show up demanding his help to find their missing siblings. Driven by the promise of a cheeseburger, J.J. begins to track down clues. Is Vince the Funnel hiding something? Are there dark forces at work—or is J.J. not smelling the evidence that’s right in front of him?

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stash her for a few minutes. I tossed her up on the birdbath. “Sit down and keep quiet.” She kicked a pebble at me. I thought about the small town in the Midwest that had held a parade in my honor after I pulled three tornado victims out from under a mountain of debris. If you had told me then that I’d someday be dodging pebbles tossed by a baby chicken, I would have bitten you. Hard. Like I said, I didn’t belong here. I was as out of place in the country as the guy I once pulled out

of a snowy cave in his pajamas. Life is strange, mister. Chapter 12 Come on Down! The stairs leading up to the back door were steep and narrow. Each one sagged a little more than the one above it. The back door was rusty and crooked, with one small window and a floral shade. I steadied myself on my back paws and then peered in through the strip of glass beneath the bottom of the shade. I could see down a long, dark corridor with a polished linoleum floor. Off to the right, I could

of a snowy cave in his pajamas. Life is strange, mister. Chapter 12 Come on Down! The stairs leading up to the back door were steep and narrow. Each one sagged a little more than the one above it. The back door was rusty and crooked, with one small window and a floral shade. I steadied myself on my back paws and then peered in through the strip of glass beneath the bottom of the shade. I could see down a long, dark corridor with a polished linoleum floor. Off to the right, I could

through the doggie door looking for a fight. For once, I was actually grateful for the funnel. It saved my ears from some nasty pecks. “Relax, Mom,” I said. “They’re all here. We’ve been expecting you.” I nodded toward the couch. I couldn’t tell the chicks apart unless they opened their mouths, which they did now, peeping like crazy. I told them to keep their mouths shut. “I’m not leaving here without them,” she said. “I don’t want you or your chicks,” I said. “I want your big, dumb

say. . . .” For all I cared, she had just recited the small print off the bottom of a mattress tag. All I had heard from her rant was “Blah, blah, blah, rendezvous, blah, blah, blah, behoove.” Chapter 19 Show and Tell “You wrote the notes,” I said to Sugar. Sugar took another step toward the cage, careful not to get too close. “Did not.” “Did.” “Did not.” “Did.” “Did not.” It was like a game of Ping-Pong. I hate Ping-Pong. “Spill it, Sugar,” a voice piped up. Moosh stepped

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