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There’s a Clue in the Leaning Chimney and a Password to Larkspur Lane,
and no one will ever discover them without me, that is plain.
I’d love to go a-sleuthing, my sidekicks at my side—
George Fayne, who is so boyish and Bess Marvin who’s so wide.

Together we’d read diaries and find each hidden clue,
‘cause no one else but us has ever known quite what to do
with broken lockets, attics, tolling bells or hollow oaks;
for non-teenage detectives seem to come off like bad jokes.

They may have had the clues but never seemed to solve the crime—
these matters just too difficult for searchers in their prime.
I’d hop in my blue roadster with a picnic box from Hannah
and somehow I would wind up in Wyoming or Montana.

Interviewing cowboys is the way I’d have my fun,
returning to Ned Nickerson when all of this was done.
I don’t have other fantasies of being Peter Pan
or Goldilocks, Rapunzel, Cathy or Superman.

Those fairy tales and comic books and novels are unreal.
I’d have to be like Nancy—a character who’s real!
The only mystery I can’t solve of all her mysteries seen
is how I’ve gotten so damn old while she remains sixteen!

The Prompt: Fictional Intruder—Go down the rabbit hole with Alice; play quidditch with Harry Potter; float down the river with Huck Fin. . .If you coud choose three fictional events or adventures to experience yourself, what would they be?

6 thoughts on “Sleuthing

  1. Patti

    Oh how I’d love to be 10 for a day and experience the thrill of a new Nancy Drew book. Thanks for bringing back the memories.


  2. grieflessons Post author

    I know. I thought the same thing. Somehow those books drew me in as few others have since. They seemed so exotic and scary. When I had my hysterectomy, they put me in the kiddies wing and I went to their library. I tried reading a Nancy Drew book and it was so boring. Don’t ever try to read them again. Most of the fantasy and wonder was in your own head.


  3. Allenda Moriarty

    I have never tried to “go back”, but when I discovered Nancy Drew in 4th grade, I was absolutely enraptured. Fortunately, the girl across the street, a few years older than I, had a whole collection and was willing to loan them since she wasn’t reading them anymore. I was voracious.


  4. grieflessons Post author

    I had two older sisters, so I had all the older ones. When new ones were issued, I’d use my weekly allowance to go buy one at a store in Pierre, S.D. that also sold Madame Alexander dolls. They were $1 each. I believe I also got a Cissette doll for Xmas that my mom spied while waiting for me to buy my book!!!! I just this second remembered that!


  5. okcforgottenman

    I read every teenage-detective novel I could find growing up – Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, even a one-off featuring a ficticious Annette Funicello. But my favorite was always Trixie Belden. Yes, I had a crush on her. Ah, those golden curls! (Hmmm – I just realized that when Trix grew up, she might look very much like Judy/Remi. Intriguing.)


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