STAKEOUT

It was about 3:00 a.m. (mid-afternoon for nocturnal me) when I was sitting in one of the halls in the vast Fennec boarding house. I was playing a game on my cell phone when the transom above one of the doors creaked opened. The room behind the door was vacant, but somehow its outside window had been left open so that anyone could get in.
That someone was baby Francis, the infant son of George and Danielle Fennec. I still haven’t been able to figure out his exact species, but he sure can climb like a primate. It turns out that he’d been using that skill to swing out of his crib, out a window of his house, go across the street to the boarding house and through the open window. Once inside, he’d leave through the transom of the vacant room, use drapes to swing out into the hallway then have access to any occupied room in the house. He sniffed out bait in the traps left by predators and returned to his crib with George and Danielle none the wiser. (Perhaps Gran would have become aware of his movements, but she’s now living with her new husband.)
Danielle offered to pay the predators for the food Francis stole, but they were too embarrassed to take her up on it. Grandpa’s name was cleared, and Martha Fennec let him move back in.
Whew! No question this week; I'm attending the local Dragoncon before heading off to Beige U. for fall semester.