The Tail of the Tip-Off (Mrs. Murphy Series #11)

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"Feisty feline Mrs. Murphy and her furry cohorts Pewter and corgi Tee Tucker will have their paws full pointing their human in the right direction to uncover a killer with no sense of fair play...." "When winter hits Crozet, Virginia, it hits hard - and hangs on for months. That's nothing new to postmistress Mary Minor "Harry" Haristeen and her friends, who keep warm with hard work, hot toddies, and rabid rooting for the University of Virginia's women's basketball team at the old stadium affectionately dubbed "The Clam." But the usual postgame high spirits are laid low when contractor H. H. Donaldson drops dead in the parking lot. And pretty soon word has spread that it wasn't a heart attack that did him in. It just doesn't sit right with Harry that one of her fellow fans - perhaps even an acquaintance or neighbor sitting close by in the stands - is a murderer. And as tiger cat Mrs. Murphy is all too aware, things that don't sit right with Harry make her restless, curious, and prone to poking her not-very-sensitive human nose into dangerous places. So the animals start paying closer attention to what the people around them are doing - and they're the first ones to realize when the next murder occurs." "It seems obvious to Harry that the deaths are connected - and she intends to find out exactly how. There's no shortage of suspects, considering that H.H. was a ladies' man who'd left a trail of broken hearts all over town - the most recent belonging to his wife - and that the second murder victim was not very popular in Crozet." As the police launch their investigation, Harry picks up clues through savvy questioning of everyone she knows. But it's the critters who are most attuned to trouble - they scent something wicked wafting Harry's way on the tail of the next snowstorm. And as Harry draws closer to the truth about a brutal killer, Mrs. Murphy and her friends realize it's up to them to make sure their intrepid mom lands on her feet....
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Publishers Weekly
You don't have to be a cat lover to enjoy Brown's 11th Mrs. Murphy novel (after 2002's Catch as Cat Can), which centers on the "Clam," the University of Virginia's giant sports complex. After a women's basketball game, construction company owner H.H. Donaldson falls dead in the parking lot. The police and Crozet, Va., postmistress Mary Minor (Harry) Hairsteen are barely into trying to find out who killed H.H.-and how-when a second mysterious death occurs at the arena. While Harry snoops around, her cats, Mrs. Murphy and Pewter, and corgi, Tucker, do their best to help and protect their mistress. Thinking and talking pets may not be to every taste, but Brown writes so compellingly of the sprightly residents of the Virginia Piedmont, both human and animal, that you have to be a real curmudgeon not to be won over. The author breathes believability into every aspect of this smart and sassy novel. Copyright 2003 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
When a contractor drops dead at the local basketball game after an unfortunate encounter with poison, Mrs. Murphy is not amused. The fluffy feline takes on her 11th case.
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Although they don’t attend the women’s college basketball game with their beloved but (by animal standards) dimwitted owner, Harry Haristeen, the postmistress of Crozet, Virginia, Tucker the soulful-eyed corgi, Pewter the prototypical fat cat, and Mrs. Murphy, feline sleuth extraordinaire, all know exactly what will happen the moment they learn that the game has ended with philandering building contractor H.H. Donaldson dead in the arena parking lot: Harry will soon be wondering (1) how that lethal bump got on his neck without anybody noticing, (2) whom he was having his latest affair with, and (3) whether archrival builder Matthew Crickenberger, pertinacious building inspector Fred Forrest, and Donaldson’s long-suffering wife Anne can produce alibis. Of course, despite the help of her best friend Susan and even the complicity of her longtime rival for the affections of Boom Boom, her ex-husband, Harry is slower to ferret out the murder weapon than her pets (or devotees of John Dickson Carr, for that matter), and Mychelle Burns, another building inspector, will die while water drip-drip-drips from the arena ceiling and Tucker, Pewter, and Mrs. Murphy are forced to sink their teeth, claws, and all available paws into an exceptionally avaricious pair of evildoers. Charming, although as usual (Catch as Cat Can, 2002, etc.), the cats have all the best lines, and a carbo-loading possum gets the tastiest snacks.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781402538728
  • Publisher: Recorded Books, LLC
  • Publication date: 2/27/2003
  • Series: Mrs. Murphy Series, #11
  • Format: Cassette
  • Edition description: Unabridged

Meet the Author

Rita Mae Brown is the bestselling author of Rubyfruit Jungle, In Her Day, Six of One, Southern Discomfort, Sudden Death, High Hearts, Bingo, Starting from Scratch: A Different Kind of Writers’ Manual, Venus Envy, Dolley: A Novel of Dolley Madison in Love and War, Riding Shotgun, Rita Will: Memoir of a Literary Rabble-Rouser, Loose Lips, and Outfoxed. An Emmy-nominated screenwriter and a poet, she lives in Afton, Virginia.

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Chapter 1

A gray sleety drizzle rattled against the handblown windowpanes in the rectory at St. Luke's Lutheran Church. As if in counterpoint, a fire crackled in the large but simple fireplace, the mantel adorned by a strip of dentil carving. The hands of that carver had turned to dust in 1797.

The members of the Parish Guild were seated in a semicircle around the fireplace, at a graceful coffee table in the middle. As anyone knows, serving on a board or a committee is a dubious honor. Most people recognize their duty in time to avoid it. However, the work must be done and some good folks bow their heads to the yoke.

Mary Minor Haristeen had succumbed to the thrill of being elected, of being considered responsible, by the congregation. This thrill thinned as the tangle of tasks presented themselves in meeting after meeting. She liked the physical problems better than the people problems. Fixing a fallen drainspout was within her compass of expertise. Fixing a broken heart, offering succor to the ill, well, she was learning.

The good pastor of St. Luke's, the Reverend Herbert C. Jones, excelled at both the people problems and teaching. He gladly gave of himself to any board member, any parishioner. As he'd baptized Mrs. Haristeen, nicknamed Harry, he felt a special affection for the good-looking woman in her late thirties. It was an affection bounteously returned for Harry loved the Rev, as she called him, with all her heart.

Although the guild was bickering at this exact moment, it'd be fair to say that every member loved the Reverend Jones. It would be also fair to say that most of them liked--if not loved--Harry. The one exception beingBoomBoom Craycroft who sort of liked her and sort of didn't. The feeling was mutual.

Like large white confetti, papers rested on the coffee table along with mugs. The aroma of coffee and hot chocolate somewhat dissipated the tension.

"We just can't go off half-cocked here and authorize an expenditure of twelve thousand dollars." Tazio Chappars crossed her arms over her chest. She was an architect and a young, attractive woman of color, with an Italian mother and an African-American father.

"Well, we have to do something," Herb said in his resonant, hypnotic voice.

"Why?" Tazio, combative, shifted in her seat.

"Because the place looks like hell," Harry blurted out. "Sorry, Rev."

"Quite all right. It does." Herb laughed.

Hayden McIntyre, the town's general practitioner, was a fleshy man with an air of command if not a touch of arrogance. He slipped his pencil out from behind his ear and began scribbling on the budget papers which had been handed out at the beginning of the meeting. "Let's try this. I am not arguing replacing the carpet in the rectory. We've put this off for four years now. I remember hearing arguments pro and con when I first came on board. This is one of the loveliest, most graceful churches in the Piedmont and it should reflect that." An appreciative murmur accompanied this statement. "I've broken this down into three areas of immediate need. First the sacristy: must be done." He held up his hand as Tazio opened her mouth. "It must. I know what you're going to say."

"No you don't." Her hazel eyes brightened. "Well, okay, maybe you do. Pick up the carpet and sand the floors."

"Tazio, we've been over that. We can't do that because the floorboards are so thin they can't take it." Matthew Crickenberger, head of Charlottesville's largest construction firm, clapped his hands together softly for emphasis. "Those floorboards are chestnut. They've been doing their job since 1797 and frankly they're tired and we can't really replace them. If you think the bill for new carpeting is high, wait until you see the bill for chestnut flooring even if we could find it. Mountain Lumber up there off Route 29 might be able to scare some up and give us a preacher's price, but we're still talking about thousands and thousands of dollars. Chestnut is as rare as hen's teeth and we'd need a great deal of it." He glanced down at his notes. "Six thousand square feet if we were to replace everything now under carpet and this doesn't factor in the other areas currently in use but not quite ready for recarpeting."

Tazio exhaled, flopping back in her chair. She wanted everything just so but she didn't have to foot the bill. Still, it rankled to have a vision amputated because of a small pocketbook. Such was an architect's fate.

"Hayden, you had a plan?" Herb pushed the meeting along. No one wanted to be late to the basketball game and this discussion was eating up time.

"Yes," he smiled, "what people see first is the sacristy. If we can't come to an arrangement among us, can we at least agree to go ahead with that? The cost would be about four thousand."

"If we are going to have the place ripped up, then let's just get it over with. We know we have to do this." BoomBoom, gorgeous as always, shimmered in her teal suede dress.

"I agree. We'll find the money someplace."

"We'd better find the money first or we'll have to answer to the congregation in the church, in the supermarket, and"--Matthew winked at Harry--"in the post office."

Harry, the postmistress, sheepishly smiled. "And you know my partner in crime, Miranda, is a member of the Church of the Holy Light, so she won't bail me out."

The little gathering laughed. Miranda Hogendobber, who was a good thirty years older than Harry, quoted Scriptures with more ease than the Reverend Jones and while she tolerated other faiths she felt the charismatic church to which she belonged truly had the best path to Jesus.

As the humans batted around the cost, the need, and the choice of color for the carpeting, Harry's three dear friends lurked in the hallway outside the large room.

Mrs. Murphy, a most intelligent tiger cat, listened to the intensifying sleet. Her sidekick, a large round gray cat named Pewter, was getting fidgety waiting for the meeting to end. Tucker, the corgi, patient and steady as only a good dog can be, was happy to be inside and not outside.

The Christ cats--as Herb's two cats were called by the other animals--had escorted Murphy, Pewter, and Tucker around. They'd gossiped about every animal in the small Virginia town of Crozet, but as the meeting was entering its second hour, they'd finally exhausted that topic.

Cazenovia, the elder of the two cats, nestled down, her fluffy tail around her nose. A large calico, she had aged gracefully. The young foundling which Herb had taken in a few years ago, Elocution, had grown into a sleek pretty cat. A touch of Siamese in her, she never stopped talking.

"--tuna breath!" Elocution uttered this insult. "How can you stand it?"

"She doesn't," Mrs. Murphy giggled.

They'd been discussing the blue jay who tormented Pewter. He also tormented Mrs. Murphy but with less enthusiasm, probably because he couldn't get a rise out of the tiger.

"Oh, I will snap his neck like a toothpick someday. You take my word for it," Pewter promised.

"How thrilling," Cazenovia purred.

"And un-Christian," Tucker chuckled.

"Well, we are cats," Pewter sniffed.

"That's right. Our job is to rid the world of vermin," Elocution agreed. "Blue jays are beyond vermin. They're avian criminals. Picking up stones and dropping them on neighbors' eggs. Dropping you-know-what on freshly waxed cars. Do it on purpose. They'll sit in a tree and wait until the job is finished and then swoosh." Elocution glanced up at the rat-ta-tat on the window. "Not today."

"Why don't blue jays go south in the winter?" Pewter mused. "Robins do."

"Life in our barn is too good, that's why. Harry puts out birdhouses and gourds and then she plants South American maize for the ground birds, cowpeas, and bipolar lespedeza. The winter might be cold but she serves up all kinds of seeds for those dumb birds."

"Birds are descended from flying reptiles," Elocution announced with vigor. "That alone should warn us off."

"What in the world is going on in there?" Tucker listened as Matthew Crickenberger raised his voice about labor costs.

"Say, have I shown you how I can open the closet where Herb stores the communion wafers?" Elocution puffed out her chest.

"Elo, don't do that," Cazenovia warned.

"I'm just going to prove that I can do it."

"They'll believe you. They don't need a demonstration."

"I wouldn't mind," Pewter laconically replied.

"Thanks, Pewter." Cazenovia cast her a cold golden eye.

"Come on." Elocution, tail held high, bounded down the hall.

The others followed, Cazenovia bringing up the rear. "I know I'll get in trouble for this," the old girl grumbled.

Elocution skidded at the turn in the hall where it intersected with another hall traversing the width of the rectory, itself an old building constructed in 1834.

Pewter whispered to Mrs. Murphy, "I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry."

"I know, but you'd think the Rev would put a bowl of crunchies out somewhere. And I don't smell anything edible."

"Me neither," the mighty but small dog whispered, "and I have the best nose."

"Here." Elocution stopped in front of a closet under the stairwell which ascended to the second story. "You all stay here."

"Elocution, this really isn't necessary," Cazenovia sighed.

Ignoring her, the shiny cat hopped up the stairs then slipped halfway through the banisters. Lying on her side she could reach the old-fashioned long key which protruded from the keyhole. She batted at it then grabbed it with both paws, expertly turning the key until the lock popped.

"Oh, that is impressive." Pewter's eyes widened.

"The best part is, Herbie will flay Charlotte for leaving it unlocked." Elocution laughed.

Charlotte was Herb's secretary, second in command.

As the lock opened, Elocution gave a tug and Pewter, quick to assist, pulled at the bottom of the door with her paw. The door swung open revealing bottles of red wine and a shelf full of communion wafers in cracker boxes with cellophane wrappers. Elocution knocked one on the floor then squeezed her slender body all the way through the banisters, dropping to the floor. Within a second she'd sliced the cellophane off the box, and using one extended claw, she opened the tucked-in end.

The odor of wafers, not unlike water crackers, enticed Pewter.

"Elocution, I knew you were going to do this," Cazenovia fretted.

"Well, the box is open. We can't let it go to waste." The bad kitty grabbed a wafer and gobbled it down.

Temptation. Temptation. Pewter gave in.

Cazenovia suffered a moment. "They're ruined now. The humans can't eat them." She, too, flicked out wafers.

Tucker, being a canine after all, rarely worried about the propriety of eating anything. Her nose was already in the wafer box.

Mrs. Murphy allowed herself the luxury of a nibble. "Kind of tasteless."

"If you eat enough of them you get a bready taste, but they are bland." Cazenovia's statement revealed she'd been in the communion wafers more than once.

"Does this mean we're communicants?" Pewter paused.

"Yes," Mrs. Murphy answered. "We're communicats."

"What if I'm not a Lutheran? What if I'm a Moslem cat?"

"If you were a Moslem cat you wouldn't be living in Crozet." Tucker laughed.

"You don't know. This is America. We have everything," Pewter rejoined.

"Not in Crozet." Cazenovia wiped her mouth with her paw. "You've got Episcopalians, Lutherans, and Catholics. More or less the same thing and I know Herb would have a fit, a total fit, if he knew I'd said that, but fortunately he doesn't know what I or any other cat in this universe has to say." She took a deep breath. "Then you've got the Baptists busily fighting among themselves these days and then the charismatic churches and that's it."

"Let's open a Buddhist shrine. Shake 'em up a little." Elocution hiccuped. She'd eaten too many wafers too quickly.

"No. We build a huge statue of a cat with earrings like in ancient Egypt. Oh, I can hear the squeals now about paganism." Mrs. Murphy laughed as the others laughed with her.

Tucker swiveled her ears. "Hey gang, meeting's breaking up. Let's get out of here."

"Help me push this back in the closet and close the door," Elocution said with urgency.

Cazenovia knocked the box in as though it were a hockey puck. Tucker, larger than the cats, pushed against the door. It closed in an instant. They scrambled out of there. Luckily for them, the doors to the meeting room weren't yet open. They made it back in the nick of time.

"--tomorrow afternoon," Matthew told Tazio.

"I'll be in the office."

"I know you're disappointed about the chestnut flooring but, well." Matthew shrugged.

"I guess I'm a perfectionist. That's what they say back at the office and on the sites, only they say it a lot more directly there." She smiled.

"You've got a lot on your plate, young lady." Hayden McIntyre joined them. "Your design for the new sports complex is just the most ingenious thing. Is that the right word?"

"As long as it's a good word." Tazio picked up her coat hanging in the hall.

"I know H.H. has none for me." Matthew shrugged.

"He'll get his shot." Hayden shrugged right back.

Tazio pointedly did not comment on the animosity between Matthew and H. H. Donaldson, head of a rival construction firm. The bad blood had been made worse when Matthew won the bid to construct Tazio's new stadium. She had hoped H.H. would win the bid because she especially liked him, but she could work just fine with Matthew.

Herb walked out with Harry and BoomBoom. "I sure appreciate you girls coming on over here. You're a welcome addition to the guild."

Both women had just begun their first terms, which lasted three years.

"I'm learning a lot," Harry said.

"Me, too."

"Look at these little angels." Harry knelt down to pet all the cats and Tucker.

"If she only knew." Elocution giggled.

"Don't be so smug," Cazenovia chided her. "Humans don't know what we're talking about but they know smug."

"I don't know what I'd do without those two." Herb smiled benevolently. "They help write the sermons, they keep an eye on the parishioners, they leave little pawprints on the furniture."

"I'm sure they've left them on the carpets, too." BoomBoom liked cats.

"Well, that they have but I can hardly blame them for wearing those carpets out. Fortunately we are a well-attended church, but it does put wear and tear on the building." Herb checked his watch. "Game's in an hour. You all going?"

"Yes," the two women said in unison.

"Well, I'll see you there. I'd better go through the building and shut some of the doors. On these cold nights it saves on the heat bill. Gotta save it where I can."

Copyright© 2003 by Rita Mae Brown and Sneaky Pie Brown
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Talking with Sneaky Pie Brown
When Barnes &'s Ransom Notes contacted Rita Mae Brown with a few questions, her coauthor (living up to the name Sneaky Pie) responded instead:

Sneaky Pie Brown: Mother (Rita Mae) is busy hauling in load after load of firewood, since it's colder than a witch's you-know-what. Let me answer these before she gets back. I'll give you the real scoop.

Ransom Notes: What would you say is the biggest difference between Rita Mae's solo work and the collaborations?

SPB: Rita Mae writes novels without me. She labors, she sweats. The minute we do a mystery together, it's easier for her because I give her the best ideas. I will say though that her fox-hunting mysteries, Outfoxed and Hotspur, are good, but if you think about it, she's learned to understand animal characters because of me. I'm the litterary genius here -- oops, I mean literary.

RN: Many of the characters in The Tail of the Tip-Off are big fans of women's college basketball. Is this a trait you share?

SPB: We love sports. I especially like to watch basketball on the television, and I try to catch the ball. We thought it would be fun to write about college women's basketball, and we chose the University of Virginia, since that's "our" school.

RN: What made you decide to explore the building design and construction angle?

SPB: You know, the building and construction angle was one of Mom's brainstorms. Part of the roof of the house blew off in a dreadful windstorm, so she had construction on her mind. But, if you ask me, she has the building gene, just like Thomas Jefferson. I mean, she can get excited designing a chicken coop. You should see the house our chickens and roosters live in.

RN: What would you say the country setting adds to the story?

SPB: Country people are closer to animal life and their "animal" self. This is a good thing. As a cat, I see how crazy people get when they are separated from nature -- from the circle of life. Being separate from nature, or thinking oneself superior, makes one less human, not more human.

RN: Why do you use a small-town setting in this series?

SPB: In a small town you operate under the illusion that you really know people. When that illusion is shattered, people have a fit. Our mysteries are about this, about how the social order is disrupted and violated.

RN: Would you like to hear from readers?

SPB: Not only would I like to hear from readers, I encourage them to send catnip! Sneaky Pie Brown, P.O. Box 696, Crozet, Virginia, 22932.

Let me ask one favor from you. Go to your local animal shelter. Adopt a cat or dog. If you can't do that right now in your life, give them some money. Five dollars can feed a kitty for more than a week.

I rescued Mother when she came into the SPCA with a friend who had lost her dog. The minute I saw Rita Mae, I knew she needed my help. I can make her laugh harder than any other creature on earth.

Mother says something which I believe: "The best friends come on four feet." There's a friend waiting for you.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    exciting cozy

    When there is no murderer on the loose, there is no better place to be than Crozet, Virginia. It is a magical place where animals talk to each other crossing species lines. The only ones who can¿t understand the animals are the dumb human beings and the animals believe that is because have gotten away from nature. The tiger cat Mrs. Murphy, the large gray Cat Pewter, and Tucker the Corgi, owns Mary Minor Haristeen, known as Harry to her friends. The trio loves Harry and will do anything to protect her and keep her safe when she is busy sleuthing. Following a women¿s basketball game at the University of Virginia, HH Donaldson collapses and dies. An autopsy shows a one and a half-inch piercing in the back of his neck so the tentative conclusion is he was poisoned. A few days later, Mychelle Burns, a building code inspector is found in the closet inside the woman¿s basketball locker room with a knife wound through the chest. Harry, who has to be in the middle of a homicide investigation, tries to figure out who the murderer is and almost winds up as victim number three. One of the most charming facets of the Mrs. Murphy mysteries is the conversation the animals have with each other. The heroine¿s animals go to great lengths to save her from her actions and their love and tender displays of affections would warm the heart of pre-ghostly Scrooge. THE TAIL OF THE TIP-OFF is a not to be missed exciting cozy. Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2003

    5 Stars for a Game-Winning 3-Point Shot!

    Co-authors Rita Mae Brown & literary cat Sneaky Pie have produced the finest book in their series starring Mary Minor 'Harry' Hairsteen, likeable postmistress -- and amateur sleuth -- of small-town Crozet, Virginia, and her loyal trio of crime-solving, four-legged friends. Crozet is a stellar setting for malice aplenty mixed with Brown's unique representation of southern charm and eccentricities. While Rita Mae & Sneaky Pie's books always make for good reads, 'The Tail of the Tip-Off' stands out as a great mystery, with enough twists and turns to keep the reader guessing until the end. While Brown's narrative can occasionally come across as serving her private agenda outside the novel, she seems to have escaped most of her opining ways and stayed truer to the story than in some mysteries past. The conversations and adventures of the animals in this book are witty and fun, and add to, rather than distracting one from, the human storyline. For those readers familiar with the Crozet mysteries, if you haven't kept up with the series, now's the time to return! And even if you've never read a word by Rita Mae Brown before, this one book could get you hooked on her. If you love a mystery with a strong female heroine and interesting relationships, especially one with cats & dogs & more mixed in, this is one book that you do not want to miss!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2012

    A huge tree

    A huge tree grows in this book, many animals come to this tree for a home, or food... A family of mice live here under the roots, safe from predators. A crow nest lives on th second branch, high enough for predators not be able to touch her eggs, but close enough to the ground that if her chicks fell, they would most likley survive. At the top of the tree an eagles nest lays there, with a fierce, no-nonsence eagle living there...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2012


    She rushes in and stops with horror when he sees the fox she runs away with her tail between her legs replaying in her mind events that occured when she was a kit.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2012


    The silver-flecked tom dashes over when he hears the sounds of fighting. He leaps to Whitefoot's side, slashing at the fox.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2012


    My eyes widen in alarm and i dash into the stream and grab velvetstars kits by the scruff and put the other kis on my back. I run int camp silently promising to come back if whitefoot needs help~daisyflame

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2012


    The brown tabby she kit hisses at the fox, latching onto its legs and biting with her needle like teeth. She lets go and runs after her brother.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2012


    *the dove grey shecat snarled and leapt after the fox. She landed heavily on the fox's back and clawed at its fur.* "Quick! Run!" she yowled to the kits. *the shecat distracted the fox to giv the kts a chance to escape.* ~Whitefoot

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2012

    Emeraldkit and Teasurekit

    The twin shekits frolic playfully through the forest, giggling and laughing. Teasurekit perked up "Look!" She meowed pointing at a tall overhanging rock. "Race you!" Emeraldkit said as both kits dashed off, not noticing a pair of brown eyes following them. They both reached the edge of the rock, which hung over a river and sat there panting. "I won!" Emeraldkit declared. "Did not! I got here first!" Treasurkit protested. While the twi argued the brown eyed fox emerged, trapping them on the rock. Both kit squealed in alarm, panicked when they realized they had no were to go. As the snapping fox neared they both fell backwards into the water below. The fox jumped down stream, were it waited to catch the two kits like tiny fish. -Emeraldkit and Teasurekit-

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2012


    Dapplesong hunted. She caugh two voles a rabbit and two shrews. Prey caught: Three rabbits two mice five voles two shrews a thrush. Wanted: what has.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2003

    Rita Mae & Sneaky Pie are All-Stars

    Rita Mae and Sneaky Pie have managed to create enjoyable and believeable characters and situations; the animals, especially. Their human charcaters have grown and changed over the course of the series. As someone with horses in his past, I appreciate Ms. Brown's and Sneaky Pie's honest protrayal of horse stewardship. In addition to being a fun and interesting murder mystery, this is an excellent primer on how to care for horses. I have read every one of the series and this faithful to the first and bodes well for more to come from Crozet, VA.

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