Constable Plod pointed at the smoking gun.

Constable Plod pointed at the smoking gun. "Bollocks! This is not a smoking gun! It's a

cry for help. What this criminal needs is a hug and I'm going to give him one." Since going on his Emotional Intelligence for Coppers course, PC Plod had been fully in touch with

his inner core. After attending the course he began to follow the religious teachings of Buddhism. He thought it was the perfect combination as a police officer.

Besides, all his cop buddies always told him he looked like Buddha. Must have been all of those hours on the beat inside of a Duncan Donuts. Anyway, it was a good fit.

The precinct didn't even bother trying to get him back from the monks after the incident. They treated him like a holy one and he seemed to enjoy it. Sometimes his wife and kid

would visit him. The monks would give them gifts and food and wish them well when they left. His family missed him at home but knew he was much happier living with the monks.

Monks taught him that in solitude there is healing. Only in the absence of sound would he find answers to the questions that plagued his soul.The reason for his sleepless nights an

d unanswered prayers was the blackness that filled his heart. Filled with pity, the Monks led him to a quiet chamber to meditate alone, quietly locking the door on their way out

Who by sense of smell pointed to the true stories in the local newspapers and thus ignored the papers Starbucks patrons were reading and pretending to seriously discuss. He won!