In my horror, I had stumbled upon the Folding

In my horror, I had stumbled upon the Folding Story Code. Every first letter of EVERY fold inevitably spelled out the terrible secret of...well, that I had yet to discern, but it

was clearly a C-O-N-spiracy. So far there were 1,142 consonants and 592 vowels. The FS Code couldn't be *that* hard to crack could it? I put some coffee on and sat down with a

a scrabble pad and a copy of d'Agapeyeff's "Codes and Ciphers". By 2 AM & the 9th cup of coffee I was convinced that some folds used the Zodiac Killer's cipher: he was active again

I felt morally obligated to flush out the Zodiac Killer/Folder, but which writer was he? Was he careless enough to write the gory, r-rated “ewww” folds, or clever enough to disguis

e the Zodiac Killer as Det. Manatee working undercover and wrench the fold out of the gutter. Lord knows he

'd seen enough story boats capsize & sink into the murky waters of Lake Limbo. Det. Manatee's wrinkled but adorable face belied his fierce determination to save this folding story.

Det Manatee bawled: "We're going to freakin READ the last post and USE the freakin INFO to write our post using enough STUFF so the NEXT poster can also make LINKS." He collapsed

exhausted onto the ground. Who's rattled his cage? They all though silently. We all knew Det was a primadona of sorts, but this time the Manatee had gone too far. Discreetly slippi

ng a plate of fresh fillet of sole through the cage's bars, I whispered to Det. Manatee that this was a consolation prize, of sorts. "Time to come clean," I added.

The Detective snorted the food up faster than a cat can run to someone allergic to cats. Manatee looked green. "What's the matter?" I smirked, "Don't you like cyanide?"