Ophelia Rickard: Would you young ladies like a glass of frosty cold lemonade?

Melody Cheever: No, thank you, Ms. Rickard.

Ophelia Rickard: Well, then. What can I do for you children today?

Emma Wooten: We’re here to ask about your missing dog. We called earlier today?

Ophelia Rickard: Oh, goodness. Do you know where he is? Have you seen him? I went looking for him just a few minutes ago.

Emma Wooten: Oh. No. Sorry, Ms. Rickard. We found this missing dog flyer on the bulletin board at the pet supply store, and we’re trying to help.

Ophelia Rickard: Oh. All right. I was hoping you found him again.

Melody Cheever: He was missing before?

Ophelia Rickard: Yes, and he’s still missing.

Melody Cheever: Is this an old flyer then?

Ophelia Rickard: No, I don’t think so. It wasn’t that long ago, so I think it’s the same flyer.

Melody Cheever: Did someone call you about Lucky?

Ophelia Rickard: Yes.

Emma Wooten: So, it wasn’t Lucky then?

Ophelia Rickard: It was, but he’s still missing.

Emma Wooten: Ms. Rickard, who is Susan Starks?

Ophelia Rickard: She’s a sweet, young friend who visits me every so often. Why?

Melody Cheever: Her name and phone number are also on the flyer.

Ophelia Rickard: Oh, my heavens, that would be confusing. Susan has a computer and she helped me with it.

Emma Wooten: Does she dog sit for you sometimes?

Ophelia Rickard: No. He’s a one-person dog, and I am his person. I worry that he's lonely now.

Emma Wooten: Don’t worry, Ms. Rickard. We’ll help you find Lucky.

Ophelia Rickard: Thank you. I just looked for him a few minutes ago, but I can’t go very far, and my efforts are not appreciated by everyone in the neighborhood.

Emma Wooten: Why do you think that?

Ophelia Rickard: Someone spoke to me.

Melody Cheever: Do you know who?

Ophelia Rickard: Yes, it was that awful David Young. He’s such a rude man. I was merely trying to find my dog. I didn’t mean to get on his television.

Emma Wooten: How do you get on his television?

Ophelia Rickard: Oh, he has cameras set up everywhere. If you linger the slightest bit while walking past his house, you get on his television, and later, he shows it to you.

Melody Cheever: And he was rude to you?

Ophelia Rickard: He shouted at me. “Shoo! Shoo! Go home!” As if I were a gnat!

Melody Cheever: I'm sorry, Ms. Rickard. That wasn't very nice of him.

Emma Wooten: Thank you for talking to us about Lucky, Ms. Rickard. We’ll let you know if we find out anything.

Ophelia Rickard: Oh, please do. Next time I’ll make us some frosty cold lemonade.

Emma Wooten: Maybe Susan Starks can clear this up. I sure hope she’s checking in on Ms. Rickard more than every so often.