10AM, Mrs. Muldy's Home. Muldy knocked on the door hard. What would his mother be buying from that strange man? "Hello...Oh, Wolf, it's you!!" Muldy's mother was happy to see her son, but today he didnt give her such a big hug. What was wrong? "Mum, yesterday, me and Scouldy..." "Scouldy and I, son" "Sorry, yes, Scouldy and I were at a man's house about a case and we found out something very strange. Do you know a Mr. Oston?" "...Yes, darling, he was here the other day.." "What did you buy from him?! He has a knife,mum, a knife!" "Wolf, you have a gun" "...Thats true." "So what is your problem?" "I need to know what your in dept over." "It's nothing, really" "Nothing that this man wants to stab you over?" Mrs. Muldly let out a long sigh. How could she tell her son what she really was? "Muldy, honey, come inside and sit down." "Ok, mum." Mrs. Muldy when to the kitchen and came back with a jar of cookies and some milk. "Ooooh, yum, chocolate chip!" Muldy's favourite. "Son, I dont know how to tell you this..." "Come on mum, you know, I wont think any less of you." "Alright. I'm an addict." "An addict? What are you addicted to?" "Apples." "Apples?!" "Yes..." "So thats why I never had apples for myself. You ate them all!" "Muldy-" "That's..why didnt you tell me? How could you! I hate you!" "Muldy, please! I kept it secret because I knew you would be upset!" "...That doesnt make any sense, mum!" "I know, but they say stuff like that in the movies." |