Once upon a time, on a day I was late getting home from work, I put the key in the lock and right away I knew there was something wrong. There were no greeting sounds from my little dog scratching to get me to hurry up and open the door, and whining to tell me all about his day. My heart jumped into my throat! What could have happened to him? Rushing now, I flew into the kitchen, and still no Gizmo. When I looked around the doorway, sure enough there was a trail that led me further down the hall. Past the linen closet and past the computer room.
As I followed the trail, there were more and more clues going down the hall. My gosh, there were guts everywhere!
Turning into the bedroom door the trail of guts led right up to Mr. Bumble Bee.
Oh my gosh, there he was. Guts still coming out of his little body. Wings torn off and lying about. What a horrible death. I was about to pick up his torn and battered body when I heard a noise coming from under the bed. House investigations began right away...
And sure enough, the murderer was still in the room. There, trying to look innocent and hide his involvement, was my little Gizmo. He still had guts and bee blood on his head, and body parts around him. Oh poor Mr. Bumble Bee, how could you kill your favorite friend? He had no explanation, so there was only one thing left to do ....
My little Gizmo was the Bumble Bee murderer. I feel so bad, but there was nothing I could do. I could not condone murder in this house. He simply had to be banished to time out in his very cramped - Pout House No room to run. No toys. Only bread and water. Slowly he started to look sorry for his sins, but I was hard hearted and wouldn't let him come out.
And there he still sits.
I hope this will learn him a valuable lesson. You simply can't bump off a Bumble bee or just any old toy. Sorry Gizmo, this hurts me worse than it hurts you!
~ The End ~
Disclaimer: In regard to the possibility of someone bringing up that I watch too many CSI programs ...