A Strange Note
Two small words in the trash
The next morning, Mio and I returned to Cherry Street.
We were looking for more clues near the bakery.
A small trash stood beside the back door.
While Mio was checking the ground, I opened the .
Inside, there was a piece of dirty paper.
I was holding my as I picked it up.
Someone wrote a short note on the paper.
The letters were and hard to read.
The note said only two words: "I'm ."
"Why did the thief say ?" Mio asked softly.
A bad person usually does not feel .
While I was reading, Mio was drawing the note.
"The writing looks like a child's," she said.
The child was probably and very .
I thought about the small footprint again.
Everything pointed to a young, person.
"This thief is not a bad person," I said.
"Maybe the thief needed the bread badly."
We were feeling sad and at the same time.
I wrote a new idea in my Case Notebook.
"We must find this child, not them," I said.
Mio nodded while she put the note away .
The wind was blowing softly through the street.
Our case was slowly becoming a kind mystery.