Nate the Great and the Pillowcase

Nate the Great and the Pillowcase

I, Nate the Great, am a sleepy detective. My dog, Sludge, is a sleepy dog. We have just finished a sleepy case. It started a few hours ago. It was two o'clock in the morning. I was not busy. I was sleeping. Sludge was sleeping. Suddenly the telephone rang.

It woke us up. Who could be calling me in the middle of the night? “ Hello, " I yawned. It was Rosamond. “ A pillowcase is missing, " she said. “ Can you help me find it?” “ No, ” I said, and I hung up. The telephone rang again. I answered it.

“ Sleep on another pillowcase, ” I said. “ It's not my pillowcase, ” Rosamond said. “ It belongs to Big Hex. ” “ Your cat has a pillowcase?” “ Of course, ” Rosamond said. I yawned. “ You want me to get up from my sleep to look for a cat's pillowcase?”

" Yes. I thought that Big Hex could sleep without it. But he keeps pacing up and down, up and down, up and down. . . . ” “ Doesn't he have a pillow to sleep on?” “ Of course. That's why he needs the pillowcase. ” Rosamond was strange in the daytime. But she was even more strange at night. I knew that she would not let me sleep. “ I will take your pillowcase case, ” I said. I put on my bathrobe and slippers. I wrote a note to my mother.