Genre: Chapter Book
I had a story to write.
A deadline to meet.
I yawned and stretched my legs. Then I shook all over. This usually chases away that sleepy feeling. But all it did this time was splatter drool across my keyboard. It also made my dog tags jingle through the empty building.
At least, I thought it was empty.
“What story is the famous Typo The News Hound working on?” a familiar voice asked. It was Hoover, the station’s night janitor.
“Those mutts selling fake concert tickets.”
“Mind if I take a peek?” The Bearded Collie pulled his round, wire-rimmed glasses from the pocket of his striped shirt and leaned over my shoulder.
“Not until I’m finished.”
“If your story is about phony concert tickets, why are the words Beware! Pirated video games heading your way! flashing on your computer screen?”
“What are you…?” I saw the message before I could finish. My nose suddenly started to twitch.
“I saw that,” Hoover said as he put his paws on my desk and leaned closer to my computer.
“That famous nose-for-news of yours was twitching. You smell a story, don’t you?”
“If I could see, I’d have a better idea.” I moved his shaggy head out of my way and stared at the strange message.
“Come on, do something,” Hoover said. When he was a puppy, Hoover wanted to join the Canine Intelligence Agency (CIA). But poor vision kept him out. “Find out what that message means.”