Mystery Story 1: The Mystery of the Goat Gobbler

I remember my first case as a freelance detective. It was a few minutes back. I was just sitting at my desk when a young lady came into my office, which sat on the 13th floor and was the only room in the building, carrying an empty bag. "Oh, woe is me, for I have lost my goats." she said in a very sarcastic voice. "Well," I said, "At what time did your goats disappear? Where were you?" " It was just 5 minutes ago. I was standing just right out side this building holding this bag, which held goats were inside. I reached my hand inside to check on them, but they were gone. So I came here looking for some help." She began to cry, a fake little cry. "Okay then, the first thing we will do is check the scene of the crime. Come along" We walked down the 13 flights of stairs. I stepped outside the door and noticed a huge circle of wrappers lying on the ground. "That's it, that's exactly where I was standing." I pulled out about 58 Ziploc bags and picked up all the wrappers individually sealing them up in the bags. "I will study these for any evidence. Why don't you go on home and I'll call you if I find anything else." The lady handed me the bag and left. I went back up to my office and began to analyze the evidence. The wrappers did infect belong to the bag. Nevertheless, who, in 5 minutes, could unwrap that much? The crime had started before she even reached the building. Nevertheless, who would plant the wrappers there? I decided to ask around about the lady, whose name I will not give. No one could give much info but she did have the reputation of being a "Goat Gobbler." I got back to my office and called the lady back. She walked into the office and I said, "I have solved the mystery, Goat Gobbler! I believe that you ate the goats." She looked surprised. " I'm shocked, how could you accuse me of such a ghastly crime." "It would be strange to acc use the owner of the goats, but you have done it before. You pretended your goats disappeared so you could get more." She was angry, "Just because I've done it before doesn't mean I did it this time." I turned my chair around. "I noticed when you first came in your sarcastic tone, you didn't care your goats disappeared. No one could unwrap and eat all the goats in five minutes, especially since they are so chewy. You had started eating the bag before you ever reached the spot. You kept all the wrappers to make it look like someone did it all in that spot. You kept the bag for a dramatic effect, making you look so innocent, but how could you hold the bag the whole time and not notice someone was taking the goats. However, I wonder about a few things. How'd you get the name Goat Gobbler, where'd you get the goats, and why do you eat the goats?" She was distraught because her game was finally over. "They call me the Goat Gobbler cause I love goats so much. I used to go around begging for goats. They are just so delicious, each one of their yummy fruity flavors. I got the last goats because someone felt sorry I had lost the ones before, the same thing I did to you, but you were to smart for this. I will no longer be able to get free goats no thanks to you." She stormed out of my office. That was my first case. The first Mystery solved.

Goats: You're probably wondering what it means. I have a goat named Starburst so me and my friends call the Candy Starburst (those chewy fruity squares) Goats. So it's really about Starburst candies!

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