Suspense in the Woods

Frank and George were on their lunch break when their boss came rushing out of her office. “I have an assignment for you guys, and you have to leave immediately.”  she said.

Frank was still chewing on his bologna and swiss cheese sandwich, while George was washing the last bite of his turkey sandwich down with a glass of milk. George finished his milk and then looked at their boss and asked, “What is the assignment?”

“In the town of Borden everyone is astir, a murder happened.”

Frank spit out his water that he had just taken a gulp of as he sputtered, “Wh-what! A murder in that town? You mean the town that has the Fluffer Nutter Shoppe?”

Their boss nodded, “Yes, that one. The murder happened a little ways out of town, but everyone is upset, for the guy was well known.  There are all kinds of rumors being spread of who the murderer may be, but there have been very little clues to go on. That’s where you guys come in at. I want you to go to the scene of the crime and see if you can figure out the mystery.”

When their boss told him who the victim was Frank and George stared at the floor for a little.

“Oh Dear!” said George

“He was such a cool guy!”  Frank said and George nodded in agreement.

“Some people are saying that some guy named Luke committed the murder, but there are several that disagree with that.” their boss said.

“They don’t know what they are talking about, they are full of it!” cried George. “Luke is a total gentleman.”

Frank spoke up, “Welllll….he did seem like a nice guy, but perhaps he wanted his gold back, I had heard he had given some it away to him and some others, so he would have a motive.”

“Hmmm…” said George, “Nah! I still can’t believe it!”

“Well the sooner you guys get going, hopefully the sooner we will be able to ax the mystery and bring it to an end, so get going!”

A couple hours later Frank and George were at the little cabin in the woods, standing and looking at the blood stained floor.

“I still can’t believe he is gone.”

“Who would want to cause him harm?”

The dog laid by the fireplace, he hadn’t moved since they came in, his head was between his paws and he had the saddest expression on his face.

The little chicken was sitting on the dog’s back and he kept repeating the same word over and over again.

“Can you please get that chicken to be quiet?” George said. “Its driving me crazy!”

“A short drive to take, eh?” Frank replied, as George gave him a look.

“I have no clue how we are supposed to figure out who had it in for the Chicken Man, there is no weapon lying around and we don’t even have a body! There is just blood everywhere.”

They both sat down on the couch with their head in their hands, trying to decide the next step. They had interviewed townspeople and got all kinds of conflicting stories. Mr. Fluffer and Mr. Nutter were devastated as the Chicken Man had visited them all the time when he came to town.

Some people even suggested that perhaps it was Mr. Fluffer or Mr. Nutter. That maybe they wanted his gold! But Frank and George didn’t believe that at all, they knew those guys pretty well and they were good eggs, a little cracked perhaps, but very good eggs!

“Anna”, “Anna’, “Anna!” the chicken kept saying.

“There might be another murder about to happen soon.” George said, if that chicken doesn’t shut his mouth!”

“Anna!” “Anna!” “Anna!”

Frank slapped his knee! “I think I know who might have done it, we gotta go find her!”

“Who?” said George.

“Anna!” replied Frank. “Remember the girl who he met in the woods once and gave an apple too.” Her name just popped in my head! Lets go to the woods, there was always something that I found peculiar about her.”

They quickly left the cabin and the little chicken rolled its eyes as he fell on his back out of exhaustion. He had wondered how many more times he was going to have to say that girl’s name, until those guys would listen! Humans sure can be slow sometimes!

They were driving home, both eager to get home and take a shower. They weren’t used to digging up dead bodies! Frank’s hunch had been right. Anna had committed the vile deed and once she knew she was caught she confessed to where she had buried the body.

Frank reached over to turn on the radio. “I don’t know about you, but I need some good music to help clear my mind.”

It took a little bit until they could find a station they both agreed on, but at last they agreed on the song that was playing. You couldn’t really go wrong with Neil Diamond. “Sweet Caroline” was the song playing. The song reminded them of someone, but they couldn’t quite think of her name.