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2. The stolen roadronner

Absentmindedly, Rango stirred in his coffee cup. He still thought about the little ill lizard child. It must be very bad. He hoped that Doc could help him. Maybe he should look in on Doc’s house after lunch.
"Mister Rango! Sheriff Rango!"
Almost Rango had spilled his coffee, when Spoons ran into the saloon.
"Sheriff! Sheriff!" Spoons screamed again. "My roadrunner has been stolen!"
Rango raised his eyebrows. "Stolen?"
"Simply stolen, they robbed me, they mugged me!"
"Okay, okay, calm down," Rango said. "Where did you see it last time?"
"Outside, next to dentist’s house, where I always tie him on."
"Maybe the parking meter has run down," Rango said jokingly.
Spoons couldn’t laugh about it. "There are no parking meters in town! Sheriff! I insist that you find my chicken again."
"Okay, okay…"
"Nothing is okay!"
Annoyed Rango put on his hat. In this case his lunch was cancelled.
"Show me the crime scene."

"He stood here few minutes ago," Spoons affirmed.
Rango scanned the ground and searched for traces. Sometimes he wished he would have a dog’s nose. Finally he stood up.
"Okay, the case is clear."
Spoons opened his mouth in disbelief. "Do you mean to say that you know where it is?"
"Not yet, but your roadrunner was been stolen clearly by a professional. I can’t find no footprints. The unknown person had taken off his shoes and walked over here with socks."
"That all you can see?"
"Of course. As a sheriff, I can do so much more, but the case could be clearer when we ask some eyewitnesses."

Shortly afterwards, Rango went along the houses and asked everyone who met him on the street. But nobody had seen that someone stole the roadrunner.
"The thief must be very clever," Rango muttered, when he asked Gordy without success, who still laid sleepily against the house wall of the saloon.
"Hello Rango," a familiar voice said.
Rango turned around quickly. "Oh, hello, Beans. I'm glad to see you. Did you seen anything?"
"What shall I have seen?" the desert lizard asked with surprise.
"Somebody stole Spoon’s roadrunner. I thought that you might seen something."
"I arrived few minutes ago… but wait…"
"Yes."
"Before I came in town, I saw a rider in the distance."
"Did you recognise him?"
"No, he was too far away. But I guess that I recognized him a little bit. At least by his stature."
"And? Who was it?"
"I’m not absolutely sure, but I bet it was Bill."
Rango clapped his hands. "Of course! Who else! I might have guessed."
"Rango, I only said, that I saw someone who looked like him, not that he really was Bad Bill," Beans admonished him.
Rango narrowed his eyes and tipped his hat deeper over his eyes. "We’ll see about that."

Rango‘s suspicion seemed to come true. After some asking around, he became clear that Bill was been in town a shortly while ago. Now he seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth and Rango became clear that Bill stole Spoon’s roadrunner.
"Why does he steal a roadrunner?" Rango asked Anvil, when he asked about Bill. "Doesn’t he have his own?"
The blacksmith Anvil grinned. "His roadrunner has run off. Donnu why. Anyway, he wanted to have a new one from mews. But because he had no money, he didn’t get a roadrunner."
"And then he thought, take a roadrunner which you don’t have to pay," Rango muttered surly. "Just you wait, my friend. I will catch you."
"How do you want to find him?" Beans asked, while they left together the smithy again. "He could be everywhere."
"Then I will search the whole area, where he could be most probably."
"A lot of places were possible," Beans add to consideration.
"Well, I have no alternative. Wounded Bird is gone for a traditional family celebration. It could take a few days until he comes back."
"Sheriff! Did you found my roadrunner?" Spoons asked who appeared like from nowhere.
"No, but I’m very close."
"If you don’t find him then…"
"Yes, yes, yes. I will bring back your roadrunner. Don’t panic. I will start out for searching immediately."
With these words, he disappeared in the office and searched for a map of the area.
"That search might take several days if you have to trudge round all the places," Beans said. "Maybe I could give you some help."
"No, Beans! You stay here. I will do it by myself… Aha, this map seems to be good."
He folded the paper together and put it into his coat pocket.
"No, Beans. You stay in town. Just in case, if Bill comes back, you have to catch him. If don’t find him outside I will come back."
Beans distorted her mouth offended. "Well, good luck."
Rango clashed in his arms propitiatory around her. "Oh, come on, honey. When I come back, I will buy you a dinner."
She crossed her arms. "Do you promise me that you take no risk?"
"Of course I do. When did I run a risk last time?"
She raised an eyebrow.
Rango nodded sadly. "Okay, okay. I promise faithfully I won’t act the hero, if it’s any comfort to you."
"I’m relieved to hear that," Beans said.
She walked him out and gave him something to eat for the journey. After that, Rango climbed on his roadrunner and said goodbye to each other.
He nodded to Beans with encouraging. "Well, bye then."
"I should hope so too," she said.
"I promised you," Rango affirmed. "Adios!"
He spurred the animal and galloped off.
When Rango was gone behind the horizon, Doc appeared. "Is sheriff here?"
Beans shook her head. "No, he left us seconds ago. Why?"
"I just wanted to ask him something," the doctor said. Then he shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, maybe it’s not important. Beans, could you do me a favour and say to everyone my office is put under quarantine. I don’t want risk that someone becomes infect."

Description
2. The stolen roadronner

Absentmindedly, Rango stirred in his coffee cup. He still thought about the little ill lizard child. It must be very bad. He hoped that Doc could help him. Maybe he should look in on Doc’s house after lunch.
"Mister Rango! Sheriff Rango!"
Almost Rango had spilled his coffee, when Spoons ran into the saloon.
"Sheriff! Sheriff!" Spoons screamed again. "My roadrunner has been stolen!"
Rango raised his eyebrows. "Stolen?"
"Simply stolen, they robbed me, they mugged me!"
"Okay, okay, calm down," Rango said. "Where did you see it last time?"
"Outside, next to dentist’s house, where I always tie him on."
"Maybe the parking meter has run down," Rango said jokingly.
Spoons couldn’t laugh about it. "There are no parking meters in town! Sheriff! I insist that you find my chicken again."
"Okay, okay…"
"Nothing is okay!"
Annoyed Rango put on his hat. In this case his lunch was cancelled.
"Show me the crime scene."

"He stood here few minutes ago," Spoons affirmed.
Rango scanned the ground and searched for traces. Sometimes he wished he would have a dog’s nose. Finally he stood up.
"Okay, the case is clear."
Spoons opened his mouth in disbelief. "Do you mean to say that you know where it is?"
"Not yet, but your roadrunner was been stolen clearly by a professional. I can’t find no footprints. The unknown person had taken off his shoes and walked over here with socks."
"That all you can see?"
"Of course. As a sheriff, I can do so much more, but the case could be clearer when we ask some eyewitnesses."

Shortly afterwards, Rango went along the houses and asked everyone who met him on the street. But nobody had seen that someone stole the roadrunner.
"The thief must be very clever," Rango muttered, when he asked Gordy without success, who still laid sleepily against the house wall of the saloon.
"Hello Rango," a familiar voice said.
Rango turned around quickly. "Oh, hello, Beans. I'm glad to see you. Did you seen anything?"
"What shall I have seen?" the desert lizard asked with surprise.
"Somebody stole Spoon’s roadrunner. I thought that you might seen something."
"I arrived few minutes ago… but wait…"
"Yes."
"Before I came in town, I saw a rider in the distance."
"Did you recognise him?"
"No, he was too far away. But I guess that I recognized him a little bit. At least by his stature."
"And? Who was it?"
"I’m not absolutely sure, but I bet it was Bill."
Rango clapped his hands. "Of course! Who else! I might have guessed."
"Rango, I only said, that I saw someone who looked like him, not that he really was Bad Bill," Beans admonished him.
Rango narrowed his eyes and tipped his hat deeper over his eyes. "We’ll see about that."

Rango‘s suspicion seemed to come true. After some asking around, he became clear that Bill was been in town a shortly while ago. Now he seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth and Rango became clear that Bill stole Spoon’s roadrunner.
"Why does he steal a roadrunner?" Rango asked Anvil, when he asked about Bill. "Doesn’t he have his own?"
The blacksmith Anvil grinned. "His roadrunner has run off. Donnu why. Anyway, he wanted to have a new one from mews. But because he had no money, he didn’t get a roadrunner."
"And then he thought, take a roadrunner which you don’t have to pay," Rango muttered surly. "Just you wait, my friend. I will catch you."
"How do you want to find him?" Beans asked, while they left together the smithy again. "He could be everywhere."
"Then I will search the whole area, where he could be most probably."
"A lot of places were possible," Beans add to consideration.
"Well, I have no alternative. Wounded Bird is gone for a traditional family celebration. It could take a few days until he comes back."
"Sheriff! Did you found my roadrunner?" Spoons asked who appeared like from nowhere.
"No, but I’m very close."
"If you don’t find him then…"
"Yes, yes, yes. I will bring back your roadrunner. Don’t panic. I will start out for searching immediately."
With these words, he disappeared in the office and searched for a map of the area.
"That search might take several days if you have to trudge round all the places," Beans said. "Maybe I could give you some help."
"No, Beans! You stay here. I will do it by myself… Aha, this map seems to be good."
He folded the paper together and put it into his coat pocket.
"No, Beans. You stay in town. Just in case, if Bill comes back, you have to catch him. If don’t find him outside I will come back."
Beans distorted her mouth offended. "Well, good luck."
Rango clashed in his arms propitiatory around her. "Oh, come on, honey. When I come back, I will buy you a dinner."
She crossed her arms. "Do you promise me that you take no risk?"
"Of course I do. When did I run a risk last time?"
She raised an eyebrow.
Rango nodded sadly. "Okay, okay. I promise faithfully I won’t act the hero, if it’s any comfort to you."
"I’m relieved to hear that," Beans said.
She walked him out and gave him something to eat for the journey. After that, Rango climbed on his roadrunner and said goodbye to each other.
He nodded to Beans with encouraging. "Well, bye then."
"I should hope so too," she said.
"I promised you," Rango affirmed. "Adios!"
He spurred the animal and galloped off.
When Rango was gone behind the horizon, Doc appeared. "Is sheriff here?"
Beans shook her head. "No, he left us seconds ago. Why?"
"I just wanted to ask him something," the doctor said. Then he shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, maybe it’s not important. Beans, could you do me a favour and say to everyone my office is put under quarantine. I don’t want risk that someone becomes infect."