When Mrs. Welch heard the screaming, she didn't think much of it. She was mixing scones in the kitchen, adding currants and a dash of almond extract. No one in northern Michigan really liked scones, they were too dry and bland for their sweetened palates, but Mrs. Welch was trying to run an authentic B&B and B&B's served scones.
At any rate, she was mixing the currants into the flour with a fork, thinking that little currants look disturbingly like mouse turds, when she heard the screeching. If she were forced to describe it (and she might to the police should the shrieking continue), she would have to say that the screeching sounded like the roar of a beached sea creature that longed to return to the sea.
That or a cat in heat.
This "Six Sentence Sunday" is from "Pepper Wellington and the Case of the Missing Sausage". It's a mystery with a little bit of sex and a whole lot of funny. This is my second entry. Last week was so fun I had to try it again.