The Suspects
Submitted by MIKE G on 4/2/2010 2:43 AM
I gathered all the suspects in the dining hall. They all had their reasons for filching my Butterfinger. I slowly surveyed their faces, looking for the guilty party. "There's only one way to determine the guilt of the party responsible," I announced. "By a show of hands." Of the ten suspects only my aunt Betty refused to show her hands. I walked over and stared down at her fingers. There were traces of chocolate that she had failed to lick off. "Aha," I exclaimed. "You have been exposed."