The snow was falling far too heavily now, and the Chihuahua was displeased. Snow was supposed to be fun, not cold and wet and aggressive. This was definitely the last time she accepted a case from Jack Frost. She sat by the door, waiting patiently for it to open. Sometimes the idiot humans forgot how it worked....
Even after she'd gone in though, the snow continued to fall.
Not that she cared, now that she was back indoors again. Now, where did she leave the newspaper with reports of other unsolved crimes?
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