Hey, it’s Rey . . . and JJ . . . and Linda! We’re posting as a threesome today.
It took a while to decide what the topic would be, but I—Linda—thought it might be fun to backtrack a bit and update re a case or two. Over to you, Rey . . .
Hey again. Yeah, so we went with Murphie the mynah bird case. For those of you who missed this one, here’s a rundown. We were hired to find Mrs. Maynard’s prize bird when he was birdnapped back in August. The perp(s) had broken into her la-di-da Kahala condo and slipped out with Murphie and his gold-barred cage (yup, as in 24-karat). They wanted 5K for the feathered fellow.
So we had Linda serve as the go-between; she was to deliver the ransom at a designated place on Kuhio Beach. Unfortunately, the 5K was “Payment #1” and they didn’t leave the mynah. But we did luck in with locating one of the birdnappers: Plucko. Too bad he wouldn’t talk.
Yeah, that dude was more tightlipped than sour-faced Aunt Gertrude when confronted with something—or someone—of “a dubious nature”. Anyway, Murphie’s cage was found, but the bird wasn’t. Poor Mrs. Maynard; the dear ol’ gal was so upset.
And understandably so. Thanks Rey. It’s Linda again. We kept an eye on the area, hoping Murphie would return, but one mynah bird pretty much looks like another. Mind you, he did love hearing “Rockin’ Robin” regularly, so we’d sing that—a lot. Sadly, no luck.
Until—it’s JJ (in case you were wondering)—last week! We’d returned to the park (as we had off and on since September), sang Murphie’s song—and lo and behold, he landed on Rey’s shoulder! We always came prepared, and this time was no different; we got him into a little treat-filled cage and back to his “mom”. She was beyond ecstatic.
So were we. No one likes a happy ending—and a happy client—better’n us.