Golden Box Book Publishing Who Stole Terry's Music Box | Page 3

Terry and her mom were sitting on the grass in
the garden. They were exhausted because they
spent the entire morning searching for Terry’s
missing music box.
“Mom, where could it be? I put it on my
nightstand as I always do every night before I go to
sleep.”
“I don’t know sweet pea,” Melinda replied sadly,
and then called over to Pansy, Terry’s dog. “Pansy,
stop searching, for now, come sit with us and rest a
little.”
Pansy stopped sniffing the grass and snuggled up
to Melinda’s leg. Panting heavily, the dog asked
Melinda, “You never told me why you and Terry can
talk to animals. It’s obvious that you love animals
and want to help us, that’s why you’re a
veterinarian. But you two are the only ones I know
who can talk to us.”
“Well, I have a few minutes before I have to open
the clinic, so let me tell you a story,” Melinda
replied.
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