Who Killed Mr. Snuggles?

The crime scene was gruesome. Mr. Snuggles lay near the bedside, one paw cruelly torn from his body, stuffing spilling out like a silent scream. The little detective stood over him, notebook in hand, eyes narrowed behind her magnifying glass. This wasn’t just an accident—this was murder.

The room was filled with clues. A single thread clung to the bedpost. A chair slightly out of place. A set of tiny, incriminating footprints near the window. Every detail mattered. Every suspect was on her list. The teddy bears on the shelf watched in eerie silence. The cat, lounging innocently on the rug, licked its paw—too innocent.

Someone in this room had done it. And Detective Pippa wouldn’t stop until the case was closed.