
“Think that’s enough?” As Joe put the fish in the basket, he was not enjoying the smell. The odor emanating from the red herring was about to make him vomit. Mike on the other hand, enjoyed catching the little critters and plopping them into his creel. They were almost done, Joe hoped, never being a fish aficionado. The two boys had read of this method of disguising their trail, and since they were regular purveyors of misdeeds, thought this might work on the Miss Jones’ caper.
Miss Jones was an irritating old woman, lived by herself on the edge of the sea. She didn’t want or need any visitors, especially on her property. She was famous for her specialty rose garden, but never allowed anyone to see the inside, because it was surrounded by tall arbors of ivy. Her only mission was to keep the few ancient varieties of roses…
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