Crumbs. Clues. Confessions.
The case was baffling. A half-eaten biscuit. A trail of suspicious sprinkles. A sausage rollโฆ missing in action.
Naturally, I sprang into action.
Armed with a magnifying glass, an unhealthy obsession with snacks, and a rather stylish spiral-bound notebook, I documented every crumb, clue, and canine confession.
๐ต๏ธโโ๏ธ Introducing the Official Detective Notes of yours truly - Sherlock Bones.
Now available to the public (for reasons unknown) via a mysterious human known only as โThe Tame Absurd.โ
140 dotted pages. Soft-touch cover. Zero tolerance for soggy chew toys.
Yours in absurdity,
S. Bones