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By 9:45, a fax was coming through at the Alliterated Sheep Society (Head Office: London, England). This branch of the society was based at a secret location about a mile south of Ystranglus and was headed by Sergeant Sheep. She took the fax from the machine and quickly read its contents.
"Oh dear", sighed Sergeant Sheep sadly. She called for her son, Larry. "Look at this", she said. "I suppose that this is one case that we'll have to investigate".
In truth, Sergeant Sheep was a bit of a recluse. She preferred to stay within the confines of her own four walls. She would keep her mind active by helping those in need of advice which she would provide over the internet. As she had resolved the problems of several band members, she felt the need to personally look into the circumstances of this tragedy herself. The police force in Ystranglus were particularly slow-witted and Sergeant Sheep was sure that they wouldn't have the first idea of what to do when it came to the unsavory business of a murder investigation.
Having decided on her course of action, Sergeant Sheep and Larry immediately set off to the bandroom. |
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