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Periwinkle;Perry was never an angry girl.But

  • Periwinkle;Perry was never an angry girl.But she was angry now!Someone sent her flowers.A huge bouquet of periwinkles left at her door and inside,a black scorpion and a card:"Next
  • to you, they all pale in comparison." She knew Rose received a dozen roses whose thorns were treated with curare from the Bouquet Killer. Periwinkle felt cheated on & called Det. M
  • "You've dialed M, for Murder" a voice barked. Periwinkle gripped the phone sweating. "Who is this?" grunted the detective. If she spoke, they'd blame her for Rose's death. But she
  • yapped happily about this and that. Whatever dark secrets Asta might have, she kept close to her furry little chest. Nick and Nora had been good to her, and she felt obligated to
  • let her naive owners live on in their fantasy world, thinking their sweet Asta was just a cute pooch. Still, Asta had a job to do. Her training was complete and Operation Mailman
  • Infiltrate was complete. Asta the pooch had gotten inside the Postman's head. His psychology. She could think like a real Postman. That's when she noticed the AK-47 on the ground
  • . She peed on the AK-47 to disable it and mind melded with The Postman. She saw visions of letters, parcels & OMG... He's dumping 3 sacks of letters behind a hedge!. Asta the Pooch
  • sensed that everything was about to go postal. She tore off toward the hedge where The Postman was having his breakdown. Asta the Pooch nudged her wet lil nose in The Postman's
  • package, which he held with both hands. Asta the Pooch was so aggressive in seeking attention that the Postman lost his grip. The large package fell to the ground and out came a
  • bushel of tangelos, fresh from Florida. Asta's momentum hurled the Postman, oranges, and assorted mail down the steps and out into the street. It was Asta's best day ever

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