On a cold spring day, Reese and her friends, Sherbert and Watsermelon, were walking to Commons. A breeze, heavy with moisture, ruffled the trees.
Commons was almost deserted – students have been forced to order food through delivery because of the monstrous crime of April 20, 2015… the fateful day when the forks and spoons of Commons were stolen.
The thief was still on the loose, and authorities were overwhelmed. Nightmarish rumors flew around campus in the fashion of a malintentioned flying squirrel – rumors about a dangerous cereal killer.
Nobody knew anything about the mugger other than his reputation for blatant disregard of school rules. (Don’t take mugs from commons!) Word on the street was that he even held a mug of coffee in his mugshot. His heinous habit of forking utensils into his backpack had the student body in hysterics.
Today was Commons’ grand reopening, yet these three brave souls were the only students to arrive – everyone else thought that it was too spoon.
Of course, Sherbert and Watsermelon didn’t believe in such silly gossip, but Reese feared the thief, and she had good reason. She possessed the one thing that the cereal killer most desired: a 24-carrot gold spoon.
Reese tagged along only because she trusted her friends to help her protect her spoon. Sherbert and Watsermelon were the infamous co-heads – and the only members – of the Super Sleuths club.
Half an hour later, Reese sat alone in Lower Left eating her cereal while she waited for Sherbert and Watsermelon to get their omelettes. She was reluctant to be left alone, but the boys were very eggcited to get omelettes and she didn’t want to put a yolk on their fun.
At exactly 12:38 pm, the violent thief attacked Reese with-her-spoon. When their omeletes were finally done, the Super Sleuths found Reese with her head on a table, hair drenched in milk.
“The omelets took too long and the thief got your spoon!” Sherbert observed, displaying his uncanny knack to interpret an obscure situation with only his intuition. “This is uneggceptable! Worry not, Reese, we will crack this case.”
The Super Sleuths worked day and night to find the scoundrel. It took them one entire hour to solve the case – no case had been so time-consuming since the Mystery of the Flushed Toilet.
Finally, they found him. The bandit was an Andover staff member, Professor Moore, Er.D. When the boys confronted him, all he had to say was, “I donut know what you’re talking about, and even if I did I wouldn’t taco ‘bout it.”
Although they didn’t get a full confession, the Super Sleuths went home feeling accomplished and felt ready for another dozen cases to crack like the eggs in their overdone omelets.
