George Fayne and the Missing Eggs Mystery...

Why not "Nancy Drew and the Missing Eggs Mystery". Because when my sister, Jenny, her friend, Margaret, and I used to play "Nancy Drew" I was always George Fayne, the tomboy, with short, dark hair, cousin to Bess Marvin, Margaret, blonde, friends of Nancy Drew, Jenny, titian haired sleuth. Where was I? 

Oh, yes, Missing Eggs Mystery...

George was hanging the freshly washed sheets out on her clothesline. The breeze was snapping the sheets like the sails on Nancy's sailboat when they took it out on the lake. Suddenly she heard an almighty dinn coming from the barn. "That must be one of my chickens." she thought. "I wonder...sometimes I only have two eggs in the nest in their house and I wonder if one of them is laying eggs someplace else. I should sneak in there and see." She wished that her cousin, Bess, and their lovely detective friend, Nancy, were around. But they weren't so, George raced back to the house, grabbed her trusty Olympus camera and headed out to the barn. She opened the door as quietly as she could and as she snuck in, on stealthy feet, she encountered a huge cobweb. George fought her way through that and what did she see? Alice, the chicken, perched up high on some hay bales cackling up a storm. "I have found the source of the dinn!" George thought. 

As she stood, teetering precariously on a bale of hay, taking pictures of Alice, who should come strutting in but D. Biddy, the elusive hen. "So," thought George, "this is where she is laying eggs, too!"

George quickly snapped a picture of D. Biddy and then hurried out to see if her theory was correct. It was! There in the chicken house were Roselie and Bella, using the nests like good little chickens.

George deduced that if she waited awhile and then checked back in the barn she may find an egg there and would know from now on where to go to gather them. So she hastened back to the house, did some laundry, washed the dishes and then went back out, again armed with her camera. And there, just like she thought, were the missing eggs! 

Nine of them. Unfortunately, George didn't know how long they had all been out there so she threw these away but from now on she will check the nest boxes and the barn! 

For those of you who have never read a Nancy Drew mystery, I'm sorry for you. You have missed out on one of the great joys of girlhood. We lived on Nancy Drew. (and not the modern ones! ewww)

I mean, who can resist books that have lines like this in them - 

"There's nothing worse than a threatening note that demands you stay at home, when you're just not the stay-at-home kind of gal!" 

or

"When threatened with a hairbrush by a vicious woman, remain calm and speak in cold level tones."