By Daniel
Last night 9:30 p.m. Murder in the woods; or so we assumed…
One of our scouts went out to get away from the thick smoke of the campfire we had previously started. As my camp scouts and I sat around the fire, we heard a blood-curdling scream. When we reached the scene of the crime, there was nobody there. It appeared to be a bear attack. We saw footprints of the bear and a trail of blood. We weren’t sure if it was real blood, but none of us wanted to find out the hard way so we had “Mikey” try some. Sure enough, it was ketchup. We then followed the prints, but they seemed to disappear. That’s when we called the guys in blue.
Feeling that it is not a police officer’s duty to solve a crime, I, Daniel Holmes, will be the one piecing the clues together one by one. All I will need is my CORK500 (an overly pumped cork gun); my scouts pocket knife, and a magnifying glass. Oh, plus my deputy crime solver, Jeff Watson!
As the door opened, my deputy stepped in. “Ready to go Holmes?”
“Of course my dear Watson. Pack your tools; we haven’t got much time.” Off we were to solve the mystery. As we made our way through the woods we stopped every now and then to question a suspicious looking forest creature. I thought we were getting awfully close with a terrain squirrel, but Watson’s pleading to move on kept me from finishing my examination. As we were walking through the heavily treed forest, I heard a faint whisper. I couldn’t make out what was said, but then it got louder saying, I see you, throughout the forest. Then he said; I’m going to kill you, you better run…RUN YOU IDIOT RUN!!! Oh wait. That was me. A jolt in my knees made me leap from my spot throwing down Watson with me. BLAM! A sniper! It’s made its mark on a tree not too far away from me. (Actually, it was pretty far away, but where’s the suspense in that? Must have been a warning shot. However, a detective never stops until the crime is solved. I, Daniel Holmes, would not give up!)
“Ok…let’s get back to camp, Holmes,” Watson said nervously.
“A great detective never gives up!”
“Oh bother! I should never have come!”
We set out again; not on a journey, but a mission. We crossed rivers, scaled mountains, crawled through treacherous caves, but after a mile was up, we had to stop. We had walked until we could not walk farther. Our path had ended at the bottom of a small cliff. Just as I was about to call this case closed…”A cave!” Watson yelled.
“Jolly good show, Watson! Right down to the bottom of the crime!” (detective joke) The cave looked man made. It was short, just tunneling through the other side of the cliff. A ray of light shone brightly through the other side of the cave entrance. Just as Watson and I started to enter, a figure dropped from the mouth of the cave.
“You’ve gotten too close to this case!” It was the missing scout! “I’m sick of all you dumb scouts and your stupid honorary ways! All we-…I wanted was to get away from this camp and live life on my own. This life is stupid! There are too many rules and laws to abide by. We…I was just going to start a new life until you came along! Now I’ll just have to get rid of you!” Standing almost ten feet away, he pulled out his sniper rifle! BLAM, BLAM! Two misses. Obviously he had no experience with a gun. Instead of pulling out the heavy artillery, I went for my scouts pocketknife!
“That’s plastic!” he mocked.
“Hah! Wrong again, criminal! It’s rubber.” He still had a point there, though…I threw it behind me and pulled out my CORK500!!
“What are you going to do with a stupid cork gu-” POP! He fell to the ground. Victory was mine!
