Report to The Agency: M3 and the Hungarian Mop.

Report to The Agency: M3 and the Hungarian Mop.

I was flipping through the Internet the other night while my humans were asleep (wondering why the keys on the keyboard have to be so darn close together), when I suddenly came across this picture. Although she is wearing a disguise and is posing as a contestant in a in a competition of some kind, I am certain I recognize Dolores, the famous Hungarian Mop!
(AP Photo/Frank Augstein)



For many years the Hungarian Mop was the best at soaking up messages and pieces of information left by unsuspecting agents in city parks and along public beaches. When she sat down and held very still, people used to pass her by thinking she was nothing more than an old mop someone has thrown away, or sometimes they saw her a some kind of strange bush. She was able to hide and avoid detection by simply holding still! It was pure genius.

Dolores the Hungarian Mop prowled the glorious parks of Paris and the historic ruins of Rome. She sailed the Seine and danced by the Danube. Dolores deceived the Danes, scared the Scots and angered the Afghans – she was an amazing agent and she was admired and feared by many. If someone whispered a secret beneath a cafe table in Frankfurt, Dolores would sweep by and pick it up, looking like just another average street cleaner. If agents were exchanging information of national security on a dusty street in Morocco, they would not notice a ball of yarn rolling by, but their information would be common knowledge within hours. A tumbleweed drifting past the Crawford Ranch in Texas would not catch anyone’s attention, and no-one would notice the gleam of alert eyes or the point of the small ears that were tuned to every piece of news that was exchanged over a barbequed steak and bottle of Presidential pop.

Oh she was very clever, was Dolores, the notorious Hungarian Mop. But one day, while looking like a pile of discarded rags sitting next to the Trevi Fountain in Rome where two secret agent dogs were whispering conspiratorially to each other, a gust of wind caused her to topple over into the water, and when she emerged, dripping wet, she was revealed to be just another long haired Mexican Chihuahua with hair extensions.

After that The Hungarian Mop vanished from the scene... until now, that is. I am on to her little game, and will be very careful of floor mops, piles of rags and tumbling tumbleweeds.
Yours as always,
M3

Picture taken of the Hungarian Mop,

seconds before she fell into the Trevi

Fountain. can you spot her? That's her

just to the left of centre - or at least I

think it is.