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The name is Holmes. Tarsier Holmes.
 * Symbiosis Story**

“ Toucan Watson, here are our suspects, Piranha Pete, Red-eyed tree frog Billl, and Queen Alexandra's Bird Wing Butterfly Perry. Before you do any accusing, let's listen to what our bystander Jaguar Jim remembers."

"It was dark. Just enough to see colors. That's all I remember. So hungry!" Jim then twitched violently. I let the bystanders go for the day to give me time to interpret the criminal.

"Watson, did you see how hungry Jim seemed? That's it! He has a round worm in him, making him so fatigue, he can't think clearly! Who would do this to Jim though? I know it can't be Pete because he lives in water. There's one suspect down.

A while later, I went to the scene of crime. At the gems old home, I found traces of gooey substances around the area. The answer hit me right away. When I came back to Watson, he was asleep in his nest on the highest branch of the cocoa tree.

"Watson!" I whispered," Wake up!"

"Is it morning already?" groaned Watson. "No, but I have some good news! I think I know who the suspect is! I found a sticky substance around the gems old home, and let me tell you, I don't thing butterflies and piranhas leave gooey substances behind as they walk.

I soon arrived at Bill’s home. Knocking down the door, I found Bill watching television. He took one look at me and admitted he stole the jewel. “Where is the jewel?” I asked.

“ I’m sorry! I don’t know. I sold it to someone who goes by TBirddetective951!” Bill replied. Bill seemed like he didn't know much more, so I let him of the hook for this time.

I decided to take a walk along the Amazon River to try and sort this out. Who could this person be? As is was thinking, I noticed a pretty flower with a bee pollinating it. As I took a look, I noticed he looked more like a paper wasp. He looked like a tasty treat that I could eat. I swallowed him, but before he went down he stung me in the mouth. "AH!" I screamed as his stinger sank into my soft flesh. The sting rippled a burst of pain and energy throughout my body. Then the answer hit me.

As I got close to the tree, I could hear the soft snoring coming from my fellow detective, Watson. I quietly climbed up the tree and slapped a pair of handcuffs onto his wing. Watson woke up immediately. “Why am I under arrest!" Watson sputtered.  I didn't respond. Soon I arrived at the police station. Walking through the doors, I shouted, "Here's our jewel thief!"

"Thief?" cried Watson, "I am not a thief! I haven't stolen anything!"

"You bought the stolen sacred jewel, didn't you Watson? You probably paid someone to steal it for you and then you took it! I can't believe my own friend would do such a thing!" I said choking back a sob. Now Watson is behind bars, but the gem is still missing.

"Now I'll have to find a new partner." I thought to myself. I walked over to the jewels home and I found something mysterious. There were tiny bits of pollen on the jewel. I'm no Toucan expert, but I pretty sure Toucans don't pollinate flowers. I realized, Toucan has been framed! How could I have accused him? Was the mastermind of this plot who tricked me long gone? Could this be the end of my career?





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