THE CASE OF THE MISSING MISANTHROPE

THE CASE OF THE MISSING MISANTHROPE

Someone she knew was getting death threats daily, so she called Miss Marple. Miss Marple came right over, as usual. They had tea and crumpets while discussing the new case. Soon,

the plates in front of them held only crumbs, and with a satisfied smile, Miss Marple stood. "I thank you for the tea, my dear friend. This case is a particularly

stubborn stain on my reputation, so any help you can offer towards closing it would be quite the helpful thing to do." She smoothed her clothes and headed toward the door

planer. "There is only one way to solve this, John." She gestured at the machine, as it chipped loudly at the doors. John took another step forward. "No, Carol, t

-hat machine has not been properly oiled!" "Bull Pucky!" shouted Carol, surprised at her own words echoing over the din. John had never heard her speak like that. She must be mad.

"Don't be mad," John said soothingly, handing Carol a roll of bags, "get Glad." Carol popped the roll like a sugar pill. Slowly, a grin stretched across her still irate features

John she whispered creepily. "Are you trying to say I am old bag with these Glad bags?" Then her jaws stretched to 10 times it size and she snapped him up into her jaws. Luckily

he kept a spare jaw breaker in my pocket at all times for situations like this. Less than 2 minutes later, John was whistling down the avenue, unscathed, guiltless, finally free.