The mystery of noise in the attic

"She closed the case without us!" – exclaimed our district police officer.

"Er … but I just found the stash."

–Not just a stash, but a poacher's stash.– said my ancestors who were in the know.– so see what's in the cache.

When I pulled the cage out of its hiding place, everyone gasped, and there was a small gray-white ball of fur in it. I dreamed so much about my own animal, then I had hope.

"Can I–" I didn't finish.

"Yes," my mother said.

"Hooray," I yelled, and the Windows rattled.

I pulled out a lump and saw that it was a rat and named it Matilda. So my dream came true and the first investigation in my life ended.