There is only one witness, and he is a little fuzzy on the events that occurred. I understand. I’m sure it was terrifying.
“He went thataway!”
One minute the sprinkler in Big Al’s lot was merrily chugging along, watering the grass and filling his mud hole. The next, this:
What happened? Where did that third arm go?
I looked for Al to ask him if he had seen the perpetrator because he had been hanging around close by while the sprinkler was running. He was all the way in the front of the exhibit. Hmm. That’s weird.
Hey, Al! Did you happen to see who did this to my sprinkler? I’d like to talk to them!
I took the broken pieces out and threw them away. When I came back, Detective Al was investigating the crime scene.
“Wait, Miss Heather! Wasn’t there a sprinkler right here? I mean, um… Someone…
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