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Director - A Race to Adventure

Title:		Red-Nosed
Experience:		4091300
Archetype:		Smart and Charming
Age:		5731 days
Gender:		male
Sleuth Theme:		The Eastern Triads
Last Login:		Jul-9-2017
Account Status:		Inactive
Subscription Status:		Unsubscribed
Community:		Post History

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Completed Missions

• Packages Delivered: 17
• Overdue Books Returned: 20
• Nemeses Captured: 0
• Secret Plans Revealed: 1
• Artifacts Unearthed: 0
• Journal Pages Found: 4
• Brass Rings Won: 0

Detective Biography

This past summer I had a hankering for home. Since there’s no family or work waiting for me in the wilds of Montana, I settled for an odd second best. A friend of a friend etc. called me up and told me the Central Park Zoo was looking for someone to be a fill-in keeper for the moose pen for a couple of months. The bull moose hadn’t gotten along with the previous guy and he’d turned on him, leaving him with cracked ribs and a fractured skull. Would I be gullible, er, green, er, desperate enough to take the job.

I had worked as a guide for some tenderfoot hunters, so being around moose didn’t scare me off, per se. I showed up for work at the pen: a bull in one enclosure and a cow and calf in the other. The problem child behaved himself for the first week. I had expected to have to exit the pen by vaulting over the fence; instead he ignored me as I cleaned the pen, set out new hay and food and checked his salt lick. The second week though, the horns, or in his case rack of antlers, came out. Seems he favored the ambush approach. He waited until I was in the middle of hosing down the manger area of his pen; if I hadn’t kept an eye out for trouble, I would have been pitched over the fence by his antlers or turned into mousse. As it was, he got a face full of water and I finished up my day rather quickly.

I asked my boss how they’d handled the bull in the past; he told me they hadn’t, they had just passed him on to a new handler each time. So until the last guy lost his mind again, Rudolf was all mine. Given that my brawn was no match for 2000 pounds and 6 feet of antlers, it was time to use brains and find his Achilles heel, or in his case hoof. As I found out, Rudolf had a sweet tooth. I made a small addition to his diet of hay, veggies and pine boughs. He got a bucket of maple syrup and I got an unskewered carcass as I cleaned his pen. By the third day he was hooked, his snout buried in pure ambrosia.

By the end of three months, Rudolf followed me around like a big ol’ puppy dog. He even discovered the delights of a special treat: salted popcorn.

I have no idea if my method would work in the middle of the fall rut; I’d prefer not to find out. The other guy woke up, lost his marbles again and wanted his job back. Oh well.

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Contacts

Waitress (New York)
Tailor (New York)
Librarian (London)
Waiter (London)
Shoe Maker (Shanghai)
Fish Monger (Shanghai)
Postal Clerk (Delhi)
Holy Man (Delhi)
Imam (Cairo)
Barber (Cairo)
Chief Purser (Sleuthetania)
Engineer (Sleuthetania)

Arch Villains

None Caught

Books Collected

The Mysterious Affair at Styles
Agatha Christie

Secret Adversary
Agatha Christie

The Hound of the Baskervilles
Arthur Conan Doyle

The Adventure of the Empty House
Arthur Conan Doyle

A Scandal in Bohemia
Arthur Conan Doyle

The Murders in the Rue Morgue
Edgar Allan Poe

A History of Indian Philosophy
Surendranath Dasgupta

Seuss Noir
Various Authors

The Moonstone
Wilkie Collins