Wether I find Ewe
I enjoy simple things. Sheep and puns being but two. Yet, to make matter worse, I also enjoy writing short stories about murder.
Lynn F.
'This... this is simply disturbing. Blood everywhere. I've never seen anything like it.' choked out the detective, as he entered the scene.
'Do we have any suspects in custody?'
'None sir, but we have sent some abnormal trace evidence off to DNA, for further testing.' responded the lutenient.
'How do you mean... abnormal?' inquired the detective, as he carefully avoided stepping on the farmers ear.
'Well, sir, the only evidence we could find was... a few pluffs of wool.'
'Whats the case this time?' rattled off the detective, stepping under the police line. He was a irrated, getting up so early in the morning.
A young officer started explaining, 'It seems the breakin occured six hours after closing, at which the alarms were set off-
-and we arrived ten minutes afterwards, expecting it to be the kids again. We didn't find anything at the time...
...but then when the zoo staff arrived at six, they found that one of the habitats had been broken into.'
