Share It Sunday, Easy Weimaraner!

Nominated by last weeks' guest Savannah!

Sherlock Weim, The Guy For Crime!

Last wednesday I found out that NYLABLUE and her mom like Sherlock Holmes stories as much as me.

I told her, that I’m a detectiv like Mr. Holmes too and believe it or not, today we had the first crime:

 

Murder In My Crib!

It was a dark and stormy night.......

WHAT? Liar? ok, ok  it was 1pm  but the first is better for a crime story, so it was in such a night or day or whatever as a client named mom called me, because she discovered a body. I grabbed my deputy Dr. Ratson, my pipe, my cap and my magnifier and went to the crime scene to visit the victim.

BWWWARRRKS!! A floater! Oh no – not that!

I’ve started an autopsy… no, I didn’t because it was disgusting and there was water in play so I decided a visual inspection from a distance  is more than enough.

Ok, here we go:

Mouse in
bathbad condition, adipose, probably gadabout and drinker, because it was found in a water bucket.

You got it Dr. Ratson?

Now I sniffed around on the crime scene.

Ha! What I found! A chocolate bunny… chewed… where is my magnifier, Ratson? Aaaaah… I see the dental impressions, you bet! A mouse!

Now I took up the trail… it leads me directly in my back yard… Ha! could this be the murder weapon?… hmmm… no, probably not unless some one used the stick to toss the mouse in the bucket … sounds idiotic, but I need a reason to chew on this yummy stick for a while…

Then I sniffed around for….

UUUH! Sorry … Time for a short commercial… I’m back in a minute… This darned pipe has a sweeping effect…

Hey nutball hang the banner higher, ok better… UH! Great… a commercial for toilet paper with a hole in the middle… I hate commercial breaks!

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Butt back to the story now…

In the backyard I saw a clochard named dad mooches around and he smelled totally suspect to me. I stormed to this guy…

Hey! Stupid there on the camera! That’s the wrong direction!

Ok, I stormed without picture to this bozo to examine him immediately. My interrogation technique is world celebrated, even the CIA , the KGB and the TSI-YAY-EH (that’s the chinese secret service) envy me for my subtile and smart style to crack even the stubbornest yardbirds. I always beat about the bush without giving hints till they are caught in their own trap. So I bellowed

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MURDER!!!!!!

straight in his face.

Bawhahahaha! Wow,  how scared he was! What a chicken!… and we talk later about the problem who has a screw loose, right,  Dad?

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Either the suspect was a stayer or he was deaf from my braying so he refused to make a testimony except about lost screws (probably a formerly locksmith before he made career as a tramp…) but I give a monkeys fart on it, because he will join up anyway in the bucket, in case of libelling an official.

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I think I’ve heard enough for today and I’m in the shot now. Ratson!!! Let’s write the report!

…ahhhmmm… what are you doing?…AWWW Tetris! Wait! I’m an expert! Take the left one , no better   the right, hurry! … uuuuh tooooo late! game over… and why  my fault?! We are here for solving a capital offense and not for playing stupid monkey games!

Ok write now: The victim named Mouse comitted suicide after mangling a chocolate rabbit, called Easter Bunny.

I deduce: if a mouse ate a piece of a chocolate bunny, what’s more than two times bigger than itself, then the result is: U-NO-POO that must be the sensation of constipation, maybe mice should smoke pipes after killing a chocolate bunny …

Ok, I deduce in addition:

The mouse commited a capital crime for mangling the chocolate bunny and carried out the death penalty on itself. That’s vigilante justice – the worst case of DIY-projects and with that to punish.

The mouse should be arrested immediately. The poor chocolate bunny goes to Mr. Sherlock Weim for accomplish nursing him back to health. …Oh WHAT? The witness named mom threw him in the trashcan?! That’s an abolition of evidence…AND animaldumping! She has to land in Jail! 

The hobo named dad gets arrested as well for defiance of authority  immediately.

…Ratson? Where is the mouse? Buried? … and where?

Oh you marked the place with a yellow flower? 

Are you kidding  me?! Do you have cotton in your head or what? … Oh you have… SOOOORRY…

Well, Ratson, we use the round file for the report, name it a cold case and write a telegram:

HAVE A FUNNY WEEKEND ALL

Easy Weimaraner!

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From the author Molly The Wally.