Cold Clay

Whenever a murder occurred, one was reminded that one did not ever really know one’s neighbors.

Nothing wrong with hope, Misss Vixen. But the truth isss truth no matter what. The victim has no more hope, but perhapsss ssshe can have jussstice.

In her reflective moments, Vera often wondered about the future of the newspaper and her job. Not just the Shady Hollow Herald, but newspapers everywhere. So many creatures did not even bother reading a paper, especially the young ones. But she loved the paper. The thrill of getting a scoop. The peril of a deadline. The rumbling of the presses and the smell of the ink! There was nothing better!