The shih-tzu and I (I think her name was....Isabelle) ran up the creaky, wooden stairs. This house was much older than i thought.... There was a body in the bathtub! The water was red with blood. The victim was a sheep, who had makeup that of a clown, and had colorful, rainbow, fur. The makeup was totally smeared and smudged. OK, so, as the mayor, I had to make an executive decision. Crap! I asked Isabelle for a list of everyone in the town, including all of the store owners. There were about ten residents! This is a town, right? Ok, so that's ten houses. My plan is to go to every house and interview the residents with the two cops. I met them earlier, two dogs. One named Booker, and the other Copper. Ok, so there are ten houses, and I'll assume that each store owner sleeps in their store (most likely in a separate room) There's a fashon outlet, a general store, a nightclub, a barber shop, and a shoe store. In total, there are 10 residents, and about 6 shop-owners, plus Isabelle, Booker and Copper, but I don't think they knew anything. I called the two cops, and they got here in less then a few minutes! I was surely impressed! Of course, Mira tagged along too! Isabelle typed a brief list of all of the residents of this town. It was incredibly useful! Isabelle said she knew nothing, as she was decorating the town bulletin board before she came here. Booker and Copper said that they were clueless as well. The nearest house belonged to Stitches. We knocked on the door, and he opened it. He was, frankly, one messed up bear cub! He was very colorful, but he looked as if he was going to fall apart! He had multiple....well...stitches! It looked more frightening that you would think.... He poured us some apple juice, and sat down with us. Copper handed him a picture of the bloody sheep. "OH GOD!" Stitches cried. That's Pietro! "Who?" I asked. "Pietro! He was so funny, always telling a joke or two. I can't believe he's dead!" Stitches cried. Tears were literally running down his eyes, there's no way he could have done it! "Well, I'm sorry to hear that you lost your friend, but can you answer a few questions?" Booker asked. "I'll ask you a few easy ones, and we'll leave you to do whatever it was that you were doing." "Sounds good!" Stitches whispered, still in shock. "Ok, so where did he like to go? Was he a heavy shopper?" "He absolutely ADORED shoe-shopping. We would always go right before closing, so Mr. Kicks would give us a deal! He likes the general store, as well. On Saturday nights, he likes to go to the nightclub, so he can hear K.K. Slider perform!" "Okay, and does he prefer to stay inside, or is he more social? Does he play outdoors?" "Pietro loved to wander outside! He always loved to tell jokes, as I disclosed earlier." I was thinking, disclosed? What is he, like a lawyer, or something? Kinda weird. "Last question, Stitches. When did you last see Pietro?" Copper asked. "Ok, well, we went to Kicks last night, and then we went our seperate ways, but that was at about ten-to-nine." "Thank you so much, Stitches. Can you leave us a phone number to contact you?" Booker asked. "Of course!" Stitches cheered, and wrote down a number. Well, one down, a LOT more to go! No matter what, I will find out who murdered Pietro. Gosh, I wish I passed on that mayor job.