Report to the Agency: M3 and The Guardian.
As you know, many agents from The Agency are dogs, but, of course, there are agents from all species. For the past few weeks my female human has, without knowing it, been taking me to one of the most important agents in my neighbourhood: the Guardian.
The Guardian is an essential element in every agent’s life and success. Not only is he in a position to keep an eye on the goings on in the neighbourhood, but he is also essential for the collection and distribution of messages.
Many people see the Guardian every day, but don’t really notice him – in this case, he’s the local school crossing guard – I’ll call him Frankie.
Almost every day I get to spend a few minutes with the Guardian. My human crosses the street to where he stands and looks after the kids on their way to or from school for lunch. Of course, he makes a big fuss over me every day about how cute and smart I am – which is, of course, basically true, it’s part of my clever disguise. Then he asks if it’s all right to give me a treat, my human says yes, of course, and then he slips me what looks like a bacon flavoured bone-shaped cookie.
It’s not easy, but while pretending to enthusiastically chew the delicious treat, I am, in reality, using my specially trained and hyper-sensitive tongue to read the message that has been carved into the cookie – into the scrumptious bacon cookie.
The problem is that the cookie tends to crumble a little, and no matter how careful I am, because I’m trained to control my instinct to just chew and swallow anything as delightful as a bacon cookie - some part of the message is often lost. I have, for instance, read that I should “immediately proc... to the corn.. or ...ton and Queen.” Or “When can you ...ive with ...r human to ...mas?”
So my request to The Agency is: could you please send me duplicate – or even triplicate – messages, on those luscious cookies handed out by the Guardian?
As ever,
Yours,
M3
As you know, many agents from The Agency are dogs, but, of course, there are agents from all species. For the past few weeks my female human has, without knowing it, been taking me to one of the most important agents in my neighbourhood: the Guardian.The Guardian is an essential element in every agent’s life and success. Not only is he in a position to keep an eye on the goings on in the neighbourhood, but he is also essential for the collection and distribution of messages.
Many people see the Guardian every day, but don’t really notice him – in this case, he’s the local school crossing guard – I’ll call him Frankie.
Almost every day I get to spend a few minutes with the Guardian. My human crosses the street to where he stands and looks after the kids on their way to or from school for lunch. Of course, he makes a big fuss over me every day about how cute and smart I am – which is, of course, basically true, it’s part of my clever disguise. Then he asks if it’s all right to give me a treat, my human says yes, of course, and then he slips me what looks like a bacon flavoured bone-shaped cookie.
It’s not easy, but while pretending to enthusiastically chew the delicious treat, I am, in reality, using my specially trained and hyper-sensitive tongue to read the message that has been carved into the cookie – into the scrumptious bacon cookie.
The problem is that the cookie tends to crumble a little, and no matter how careful I am, because I’m trained to control my instinct to just chew and swallow anything as delightful as a bacon cookie - some part of the message is often lost. I have, for instance, read that I should “immediately proc... to the corn.. or ...ton and Queen.” Or “When can you ...ive with ...r human to ...mas?”
So my request to The Agency is: could you please send me duplicate – or even triplicate – messages, on those luscious cookies handed out by the Guardian?
As ever,
Yours,
M3
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