Thyme hung up. The activity at the bureau had been slow these last few days. This was welcome. A lost cat... Sadly, Rosemary had voluntarily ommited to tell a name. It was a stray, after all.
Cats weren't too hard. Thyme stood up and starting to move towards the great shelf. She dragged the step-ladder, and opened a new case file, which she labelled 17-846. She got to work.
She moved to the towering pile of news papers, and started rummaging, cutting up a sentence or a few words here and there, and putting them in the folder. Every paper in the pile was greatly cut up, none of them having more than two lines of legible text.
This wasn't going to be too difficult, but it would still take some time.