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WARNING – The following story contains graphic images and may not be suitable for all readers. Especially if you are a stuffie.
Our humans visited Cousin Tartok last night (well, and our hu-grandparents, but we are sure Tartok was the real reason for their visit). Cheoah did not get to visit this time, so we do not have wrestling videos like this or this. But since we know Cheoah is very innocent and would never cause trouble, it was probably a good thing that she did not go.
When we entered the house, we saw the terrible, terrible scene right away. Poor innocent creature. Look at this face:
Notice the left arm. Notice the lack of a right arm. Despite an extensive search, no right arm was found. We believe an extensive search in the yard will reveal the right arm. In a day or two.
The picture from above yields the entire extent of the damage:
Autopsy results (well, that, and a really quick look) revealed that the back had been broken and – brace yourselves – a hole created and all of the insides carefully removed. We know. Such shocking details.
And so the search for suspects began. At Chez Herd, that involves the questioning of multiple dogs. But a Chez Tartok, the list of suspects is much, much shorter.
Frankly, the investigators scored a break. The suspect returned to the scene of the crime and – brace yourself – took the victim. I know, shocking. But that allowed the investigators to catch the suspect red-pawed (or was that green-toothed).
Caught in such a predicament, the suspect knew the game was up and immediately surrendered.
Finally, there was the interrogation. There was torture involved in the form of vigorous chest scratching, but Tartok appeared to totally confess to the crime. At least, Natasha shook her head in disgust at the sounds.
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