Report to The Agency: M3 receives a message.

Report to The Agency: M3 receives a message.

It’s possible I received a message from The Agency today. My humans came home this afternoon carrying bags with an assortment of objects, some, of course, were treats for me and some were treats for them, but one bag, interestingly, contained a package just for me. They happily handed it over to me and I was able to make some initial assessments. The object is plush and disguised as a small, hollowed out tree trunk. Inside the trunk, however, there are three small "toy" squirrels. I’m not sure my adopted owners were aware of the presence of the squirrels. They innocently left me alone with the object and I cleverly took it behind the couch to examine it fully.
Upon closer examination I discovered that the “squirrels” could be extracted from the plush trunk through a few small holes. I gave one of the cute creatures a tentative chew, and it made a squeaking sound! I chewed it again, and it squeaked again!
I recalled my puppy training at The Agency, and recognized immediately that the toy was communicating in Morse code.
Imagine my excitement! Finally, a message directly from The
Agency, possibly even from Big Wag herself!
I bit down again, and kept track of the squeaks. I tried the other two toy squirrels and they squeaked too! In harmony once or twice!
It was difficult to keep track of all the squeaks, but after about an hour, and before my owners took the squirrel-stuffed plush tree trunk away from me and put it on top of the refrigerator for what they called “some time next year,” I was able to piece together a cryptic but possibly quite meaningful message: “Argle imbref snurt orkiff.”
I’m not sure what it means yet, but whatever Big Wag is trying to tell me I promise I will figure it out.
But first I have to find some way to get to the top of the refrigerator.
More to come.
M3

M3 decodes a message.