Then There Were None...

The Mystery of the Phantom Egg Eater

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Down here in the Pointy End of the country, we have a mysterious affair that would baffle even Agatha Christie herself. Someone has been eating the girls’ eggs, but even I could not seem to fathom out who it was.

Now I don’t mind the girls eating the eggs; I believe the egg is the hen’s property and, if she so wishes, she can eat it. I do however, hate the mess it leaves. So I decided to emulate my literary detective heroes and find the culprit – which was not as easy as it sounds. I was outwitted at every turn. It would seem I had met my chicken nemesis.

SUSPECTS