I found a grumpy Dutchman in my kitchen this

I found a grumpy Dutchman in my kitchen this morning demanding breakfast. "I haven't got cornflakes," I apologised, "only cocoa pops." He slammed his spoon down, a guttural stream
of sewage spewing from the sink. In a pathetic attempt to placate the miserable tourist, I balanced a hard-boiled egg in the fountain. My infant laughed and flung tapioca which hit
the hard-boiled egg in the fountain. It fell onto a pigeon loitering around the fountain. The startled pigeon took flight and slammed into my neck. Now my infant was really laugh
ing. The pigeon try to fly away but his wing kept catching in my glasses, and then I felt a wet slimy dribble down my nose and onto my
shirt. I knew there were more important things to worry about, but now he was both scrathing my glasses and ruining my shirt. Meanwhile
I needed to begin my mission of extreme importance. It's the only way that I was going to be able to show my face back in my
police district. as i started to find the pieces of evidence all over town i then realized it was the chief who was at all the crimes it took me a while to comprehend this but the
police task force had already gotten to me. In panic,
I stripped off my clothes, my hands moving as almost a practice; I had been practicing in the case that this would happen. The cops could never get me now. I glared them down
and gave them the finger. "So long suckers!" I cried as I sprinted away from the stunned cops, my bare buttocks glinting in the moonlight.

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