Beak & Paw Detectives - страница 2

“Shall we go to her house?” Barry asked.

“Amita must be at the circus by now! Her performance is vital for the morning show. The audience loves the way she juggles balls and walks the tightrope!”

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO AMITA? IT'S TIME FOR BARRY THE PARROT TO FIND OUT!

Not an hour later, the detectives were in the circus.

“How can we find Donut's dressing room?” asked Raja.

“His dressing room is the biggest in the circus. I think it won't be hard to find it, but to save time… it's better to ask,” Krish said and went to the circus pony with bright colored ribbons that were braided in its lush mane. “Can you tell me where Donut's room is?

“Turn the corner and the dressing room will be on the left,” answered the pony and galloped away.

“When we get to Donut's dressing room, be quiet and don't knock!” warned Krish. “The owner is missing. If there is someone in the room, it is better to catch him and ask who he is and how he’s got there.”

“Amita hasn’t shown up for work today. I’ll go to her house and find out what happened,” said Barry excitedly.

“Okay, let's split up. Find Amita! We'll take a look at the elephant's dressing room," said the peacock.

The huge dressing room was full of colorful circus outfits. Giant hoops, balls and pins were scattered everywhere.

“What a mess!” Krish marveled. “Look at this hat! I feel so small compared to it.”

“What a huge hula-hoop!” Raja exclaimed.

“Don't waste time! Look for clues,” said Krish.

“What should I look for?” asked the chipmunk.

“Weird things that don’t belong here.”

Raja walked to a large chest by the window. He opened the lid and examined the contents. The chest was almost empty, with two yellow buttons, a fake clown nose and some silver garlands at the bottom.

“Well, what is it?” asked the peacock.

“Nothing important,” said the chipmunk disappointedly.

“Keep looking.”

Raja went to the dilapidated wicker basket and looked inside.

“I think I'm lucky today! It's Donut's diary!” Raja shouted happily. “It might contain clues about his disappearance!”

Chipmunk opened the diary and muttered, “Oh, it’s like a chicken scratch! Impossible to understand!”

“Let me see. The last entry in the diary was yesterday. I can't make out what he wrote.”

“Donut must have been in a hurry,” suggested the chipmunk. “Yeah, it takes a bit of talent to read his scribbles! But I'll try!”