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TM Anderson
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the coalition had been taking more than a little bit off the top and all because of one little selfish mole, the whole thing was shutdown within a month
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said anything about murder" my tail was wagging a kilometer a second
"Cuff him!" i yelled

and with that, the case was solved and it turned out to be the biggest bust of my career, the tunnels dug by Miles crossed the entire town, creating a network of nearly thirty animal shelters, and everyone in
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scent right into the shelter's red light district, he had been paying an unregistered cockatiel to chew up his grubs before spitting them all over his chest and that's just how we found him

"You sick sunnova!" yelled Rocket
"I'm innocent!" said Miles, "I didn't murder her!"
"Funny," i said, "No one
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beneath a Venetian hand-woven carpet and the hole burrowed itself nearly ten feet down leading to an immense cavern which looked like the back room of some kind of veterinary clinic and that's when we knew we had the mole by the snout and it wasn't hard finding Miles, we simply followed his potent
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i said
"To hell with the warrants!" said Rocket, already running in the direction of Miles Panterburry's cage

upon entering the place, it was pure opulence, the highest quality earthworms and slugs, velvet carpets and drapes, expensive artworks adorned the walls and then we found the hole hidden
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scene
"Beetle...Pupae...hmmmm...snail?" mumbled Rocket
and suddenly, he froze with his tail sticking straight up to the heavens, his ears perked up so much i thought they were gonna fly right off
"Smell's like a mole's damn wet dream!" he growled, now barring his teeth
"We're gonna need a warrant,"
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around the base of the now empty bird cage, circling the traced outlines of a sweet beakless Grackle, and that's when i caught the scent: beetle larvae, insect pupae, snail slime, i howled out for Rocket

"What do you smell?" i asked him
Rocket lowered his nose to the floor and started circling he
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cold, not so much as a tip or clue turned up, in fact, things were looking so bad that i was consuming nearly ten pounds of kibble a day at this point, and now i found myself back at the original crime scene, hopeless and dispirited, taking a smell over all of the spilled bird feed still scattered
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we had in the feline burrows), but at this time i naively understood it to be a medical concern and something that was in the purview of the shelter's health coalition, run by the shelter's only mole, none other than Miles Panterburry IV, and so here i was, with a case that'd now been three weeks
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really making a name for herself, and some would say that it was at the beak of her fame when the downfall came...

however, you see, Meloxicam is a potent pain reliever and i had many cases years after this one involving the illicit trade of such substances (don't get me started on the CBD epidemic
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turned out to be a prescription for Meloxicam, an avian anti-inflammatory, which the shelter's health coalition informed us was hard to come by, but nonetheless happy to provide and with this the years went by and Beakoncé was finally finding her voice and began performing all around the shelter,
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indeterminate recovery time and as the months went by the pain only appeared to get worse but before Charles could reassess, he was adopted, but not before leaving the shelter's nurse with a series of treatments that could be provided to Beakoncé which would keep the pain at bay, the treatments
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following day, Charles prescribed Beakoncé a series of twittering and wing-flapping regimens, and just as things began looking up, Beakoncé began complaining of a severe pain where her beak had once been, but Charles insisted this was a temporary condition of phantom beak syndrome which had an
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newspaper
"How do you mean?" she spelled out
"The procedure requires the removal of the beak, I'm afraid you will be ineligible for any kind of pecking order" he said
after some thought and muffled chirps, Beakoncé agreed to the surgery

the surgery went by without so much as a flea bite, and the
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another, Charles wound up proposing a procedure that he claimed would save Beakoncé's life

"The cosmetics, I'm afraid, may not be desirable" said Charles
at this point, Beakoncé was unable to speak and had to dip her wing into a bowl of ink (smashed raspberries) and write her words on pieces of old
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broke the silence
"What do you say we find you a cage, hm?" this was Marge, a rottweiler
and with time we learned all those weird acronyms that Charles made us speak every time we referred to him were actually indications of medical practice, surgery in particular, and with one thing leading to
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an able build and erudite appearance
"Welcome, Charlie!" said Luis, the shelter's only rat
you could see the fire in Charles' eyes as he looked daggers at Luis
"That's Charles Capybara III, MD, DO, FAANS, FACS, to you!" he said rather smugly
the shelter hung silent until the shelter's mayor finally
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began looking grim and her family began planning for the worst but, as fate would have it, as she was lying in what we all thought was her death nest, a new member joined the community

"The name's Charles! So nice to meet all of you!"
Charles seemed genial, a well groomed domesticated capybara of
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(avian keratin disorder) as a fledgling, and this had twisted her beak to such a degree that by the time she was ready to leave the nest, she was hardly able to open her maw wide enough to take down her mother's regurgitated slop and, even more devastatingly, she had no ability to sing and things
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dry while i tried to sort things out, and so my mind went first to the most peculiar thing you'd notice about Miss Beakoncé, which was her missing beak, a story which anyone who'd been in the community more than a few weeks was sure to have heard, you see, she'd come down with a bad case of AKD
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sorted rather than mixed and she would never settle for anything but the highest perch, which is all to say that the list of suspects was a long one and with our only lead having gone cold, i was left sniffing in the dark and so i retired to my cage, poured myself a scotch milk and licked the glass
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we weren't gonna find
"Out! Woof!" i commanded Chester

to be clear, Beakoncé wasn't a young duckling, in fact, in the years leading up to her death, she might've, in a good month, taken flight once a week, she only ever took the air over her wings and never underneath them, she liked her seeds
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innocent
"Alright. Get outta here" i said not without some disappointment
i knew that we had no other leads, and with the investigation only just starting, i was ready to suck the marrow out of a dozen bones rather than shove my poor sorry nose down into the hard pavement, looking for clues i knew
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heavy my spine almost snapped
his eyes began to water up, his jaw quivered
"No!" he chirped, "I loved her like a mother!"
At that point Chester broke down in tears, but i knew it, i knew that we'd turned the heat up too high on the poor kid and he couldn't stand the heat because he was
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prematurely ready for winter and he wasn't moving a muscle, just sitting there all wide eyed
"Hey, Ches. Can you just look at me and answer me this..." i trailed off
Chester's head slowly turned upward and to the side as his eyes came up and met mine
"...Was it you?" i asked after a brief pause so
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