“So... who do you think killed Marvin?” Waterhen asked, the two of us watching the citizens leave the interview station. "I'm not really sure." I said. I had my suspicions, but after interviewing everyone the killer was still unclear. “If there's one thing I'm sure of, though, it wasn't the wolf.” "Why? He seemed rather suspicious to me. ""Remember that Marvin's ear was the only thing found at the crime scene? Well, it was cut perfectly. Wolves' teeth are too jagged to make such a clean cut. Marvin's ear was most likely cut by something very sharp, like a beak. I said. “So I take it you think the owl killed Marvin?” Waterhen said. “Yes, but I still don't have enough evidence to have him arrested. Plus it's daytime, so he's probably resting. We'll talk to him later. In the meantime, let's talk to his brothers; see if anyone had a grudge against Marvin. I said. Marvin's brothers, Milton and Jeffery, lived just outside the town line. Even though they told me they had never really been close to their brother, I was sure they would know if he had even one enemy. Watterhen and I trotted along the wooden path towards Milton's house. His house was made of sticks and was huge; it became apparent that he was very rich. When we reached the top of the path, Watterhen knocked on the door. “Who… oh, you two. Come in." Milton said, opening the door for us. We settled on his couch while he called Jeffrey, asking him to come over. “I can't say I wasn't expecting you. Is this supposed to be a private conversation?” "Yes, if it's not too worrying. We just have a few questions." Watterhen replied. "Okay. My brother will be here any minute, and then you two can ask... middle of the paper... said I just needed a little more time. I could see the police lights in the distance. They were almost there we got there, the wolf was gone and Marvin's house was destroyed. He blamed us for the damage and said he would call the police and tell them the whole plan. So, not wanting to finish in prison, we did the natural thing and killed him. We were never close to him anyway.” Jeffrey unlocked the safety on his gun. “So, do you have any last words before we kill you?” "Yes... got it." I said as the police surrounded the two pigs and handcuffed them. “What-no! You will pay for this Sherlock Horse!" the two pigs squealed as the police pushed them down the path to the city jail, where they would remain for the rest of their lives.