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Whodunit, originally uploaded by deueltl.

Originally posted Dec 18, 2002. Sharing it again because a little silliness is just the right thing for me today.

Last night, it became clear that Pete and I were suffering from a lack of sleep that had us both a little giddy. What next happened is because we're both feeling silly at once.

I opened container with the gingerminions and gasped.

"Murder!", I declared in a stunned voice.

"What do you mean?" Pete inquired.

I showed him the shocking evidence of foul play that had greeted me when I had looked at the cookies.

Whodunit?

Pete eyed the minions for a moment.

"Clearly, both of remaining cookies are trying to look away and distance themselves from the victim."

I agreed. We then decided that since we couldn't outline the victim properly in chalk, we'd have to take pictures to preserve the crime scene. After that grim task, there remained a question on my mind.

"Do I eat one of the possible culprits or the victim?"

"I guess that is an important question in this kind of case. It depends on what part of the investigation you want to start with first."

It was agreed that since we didn't know who had killed the minion, it would be wrong to eat a potentially innocent cookie. Once the investigation was over, no cookie would be safe. But I digress...

"I suppose you should be the pathologist, until we know who did it." Pete says.

I start with the head. Even in death, it smiles at me cheerfully. Clearly, this was a cookie that had no idea that his end had been coming from one of the companions he'd trusted. I determine that his death was caused by a blow traumatic enough to remove his head from his body. Not only that, he was tasty. Further evidence indicates that the blow had come from the left. I eye the cookie to the left and accuse it of killing it's pan-mate. It tries to look innocent, but eventually confesses. Not in words, because cookies don't talk, but I can see it in his eyes. The murder is solved and all the other cookies can feel safe.

"What are you going to do with the body, now that you've solved the mystery?"

"Well, since his head is gone, I might as well eat the rest." I declared.

"Thank goodness other coroners don't think like that."

The End

Whodunit

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