A Bamboo-zling Tale
Hi, my name is Peat... Peat Moss. I was working the downtown beet when the call came in. Dahlia's Garden Center had been robbed. I knew it well; my girlfriend Lily worked there. I'd been hit by cupid's dart, but she's a real shrinking violet and says we cantalope. I really clove her, but I don't pine over it. Yam I getting off the subject?

I hit the siren. Traffic was hard to maneuver. "We've become quite a carnation", I thought to myself. I wished I'd had time to spruce up, but I needed to keep my eyes on the road so I didn't squash anyone.

I arrived at the location. It was an endive of a neighborhood. Lily's partner was there. I said, "Hyacinth", but she didn't answer. She's a real crabapple, and she didn't look any too cherry. So I said, "Just give me the phlox". Seems the thieves had broken in around four-o'clock. They'd made off with a mint. I asked if the business has any known anemones. She said no.

"Thistle be an easy case", I thought. Even though the suspects had worn foxgloves, they'd made a mesquite. When they'd broken the hemlock, they'd left a palm print! This evidence was leek proof!!

It wasn't too long before we had busted the suspect. It was that stoneface, Virginia Creeper. I wasn't suprised. We'd met before.... she's a real schizanthus.

I was gladiolus I'd solved the case. Aren't yew?
The Usual Suspects
Original Concept by
Kathy Ross
aka spam4brains
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