Digging up the sake was hard work. Why would Sagara even waste the energy to bury something like this? I later found myself thinking, Why Do I have to do the work? Why isn't he here to work his butt off? I had been digging for who knows how long when I looked down into the hole. Not even a bottle was left. No clues at all.
"What are you doing?" asked Sagara, leaning over the fence.
"What do you mean what am I doing? It's already eight! You were supposed to be here at 5:30!"
"I was?" The chicken head scratched his neck. "I don't seem to recall saying 5:30. Maybe I meant at night." I sighed.
"Whatever. Come here and help me dig up here so we can find clues to your stolen sake."
"That's not where the sake was," he said, looking at me like I was stupid.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? THIS IS WHERE YOU POINTED TO LAST NIGHT!"
"Well, that's not where it is!" He jumped over the fence. "The stash is buried by this tree." He took the shovel and began to dig. He had a good-sized hole in no time. He was a much better digger than I was. He grinned at me. "Here it is!"
My eye began to twitch. "Here it is?" I said angrily, "I went through all that trouble and," I was screaming by this time, "IT WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME?!"
"What's going on out here?" said Karou, rubbing her eyes, "and WHY IS MY YARD IN SUCH A MESS?" I looked down at my clothes. They were covered in dirt and mud. Sagara's were too. "Uh-Oh," I said.
"You two are to blame for this," she said, engulfed in rage.
"No sir — I mean ma'am— I mean your majesty!"
"Good job Detective," said Sagara. I glared at him. Karou jumped after us, and began chasing us around with a wooden stick.
Another case solved! Thanks to Zi Zakiro, Private Eye.