Report to The Agency: M3 receives a Mysterious Package

Report to The Agency: M3 receives a mysterious package

It was left at the front door. The package was clearly delivered and not mailed since there were no stamps or other postal markings, nor was there a return address. At first I thought it was my standard issue supplies from The Agency since I’ve been expecting them, but the card on the package told me otherwise. It was signed “From Santa Ho Ho Ho”. I’d seen the writing before, but where?

I was tempted to first bring the package around to Agent Hound, James Hound, who is now living just down the street. But I thought better of it. His bomb-sniffing days are well behind him, his senses declining, and, well, I’m not sure he would even talk to me. So I carefully examined the package and the footprints that led from the front steps and to the sidewalk. They looked like a man’s footprint. Size nine loafer, making him about say 5’8 or so, 165 lbs? But were these tracks from the mysterious “Santa” or the letter carrier, or some other human?

I brought the package inside and to my humans’ bedroom. If anything unpleasant were to come out of this mystery package, I thought it best that it happen in that room since I’m not really supposed to go in there by myself, so of course they’d never suspect me of any wrongdoing.
The gold foil paper was shiny and bright. There was a green bow attached to the paper and affixed to the bow was the mysterious note from “Santa”. I sniffed and poked with my beagle nose, but all I could smell was that human scent I tracked into the street. That and leather. It could be from the package, or perhaps from the gloves the person wore to prevent me from spotting any finger prints.

The package was pretty, but I tore at it anyway, ripping the gold foil. When I got to the parcel, imagine my surprise when it appeared to be a small, round briefcase with, on one side, an attractive stylized image of a black dog with a little red buckle collar.

I opened the case and saw what were clearly two round stainless steel bowls, cleverly disguising two secret compartments. I opened the bowl on the left by moving three latches and in the hollow behind the bowl I found a package. Silica Gel. Any novice agent may have fallen into that trap, but not me. Not again. That’s a puppy mistake. The secret compartment on the right side behind the other bowl held the same. But I can tell this secret area could hold several treats, a few i.d. tags, and perhaps my new red bandana if I folded it very carefully. This “briefcase” could come in handy, and, of course, the bowls will certainly be useful. I have to eat even if I’m on assignment.

The base of the suitcase has “World Traveller” inscribed on it. So I can assume it is a gift from someone who knows me – or my reputation.

I will tuck this little gift inside my crate and see if I’m contacted by the mystery gift giver or if I can gather any more clues to establish his or her identity. I will report any breaks in the case as soon as I can.

Yours,
M3