The day when bubbles became a detective

One sunny afternoon, I sat on the carpet of my bedroom, flipping through a big picture book about detectives and secret mysteries. Bubbles, my tiny stuffed hippo who had magically come to life, peeked over my shoulder.

“I could be a detective too, you know,” Bubbles said, puffing out his little chest proudly.

I giggled. “You’d be the tiniest detective ever!”

“That just means I can sneak around better!” Bubbles grinned.

Just then, we heard a soft clink from downstairs. My eyes widened. “That sounded like the biscuit tin!”

Bubbles’ nose twitched suspiciously. “We have a case, Detective Bubbles reporting for duty!”

Grabbing my magnifying glass, I tiptoed down the stairs with Bubbles tucked under my arm. We peeked into the kitchen. Sure enough, the biscuit tin was open — but no biscuits were missing. Strange.

Bubbles climbed onto the counter (with a little help from me). He sniffed the air. “Hmm… this smells like… fox!”

I gasped. “Miniso must be here!” Our sleepy fox friend loved sneaking into the house for cozy naps — and sometimes snacks!

We followed tiny paw prints across the floor and found Miniso curled up inside the laundry basket, snoring gently with a biscuit crumb stuck to his fur.

Case closed.

I tucked a soft blanket around Miniso and gave Bubbles a high-five (or rather, a high-hoof). We had solved our very first mystery — and Detective Bubbles had proven he was the best tiny detective around.

Later, I wrote everything down in my blog, under the title:

“Detective Bubbles and the Biscuit Mystery” — and I promised there would be more adventures to come.

Would you like me to help you write the next adventure too? Maybe where Bubbles gets a detective

The wonderful art piece is by Hiba Ansari also known as Zia. She is a spectacular young artist (even though we are the same age) she puts most of her effort in drawings. Thank you once again