The Mystery of Going to the Apple Peeler
My name is Clarence, I’m a bean counter, and for all intensive purposes, my life is conclusively boring. If it wasn’t for the occasional fraud case that comes by the office, I would really have nothing of mention to speak about. But all that was about to change.
You comprehend what an apple peeler is don’t you? In case you don’t, they are a rather clever invention. You take your piece of fruit, set it inside this tiny core spike, tighten the other end down on it by rotating the handle, until the peeling comes all the way off, which leaves a totally nice looking spiral. The apple peeler can be a awesome gadget and an even odd weapon.
I know, your probably wondering to yourself, what the heck is he talking about. Well, it all initiated last Sunday with my neighbor, Mrs. Gerry. She had a reputation for flooding the air with the wonderful fragrance of pies, almost all year long.
So, here we were absorbing in the fresh smell of pie and oddly, no Mrs. Gerry anywhere. It turns out someone had smashed into her house and kidnapped her. The only thing they could locate that worried them, was an antique primitive apple peeler, that had some stains on it and a freshly baked pie tossed out on the kitchen floor
What a terrible thing, the pie lost and poor Mrs. Gerry nowhere to be located. We hadn’t heard a thing, on the time in question, and the police appeared like they were at a loss, at least for now. It turns out, that a small amount of the neighbors and myself figured ourselves as detectives, and the last week had been a proverbial who done it.
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