The Stolen Tabernacle

 

 

It was eight forty-five. I was going to the secret meeting. I heard Emma’s dad singing in the shower. It was completely out of tune.

 

When I got there, Miss. Tabby told us, she was sure she knew who had stolen the tabernacle. Mr. Bulldozer! Of course! Why hadn’t we thought of that before!?

 

We gave Mr. Bulldozer a court trial and of course it was him!

 

You should’ve seen his face! He was so annoyed!

 

Now it’s all sorted and we have our fish flavoured holy bread back in cat church!

 

THE END