A Clump Of Stumps

She was a quiet little thing, one leg shy, and I was the best diamond dog detective in the county. I was the only diamond dog in the county, so it wasn't as hard as it sounds.

"Are you Dick the dog?" she asked.

"I sure ain't Sam Spayed," I replied.

"Somepony stole my leg last night."

I looked close. Her right foreleg was off halfway between shoulder and elbow. Ponies are built pretty squat, so all she had left was a stub that wiggled a bit when she moved. I could sympathize.

"You sure healed up quick," I said.

She blushed redder than a bare nose at winter wrap-up. "Somepony stole the leg I usually wear."

I nodded. "Sounds like a case to me."