Showing posts with label gull. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gull. Show all posts

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Natural Death, She Wrote

A retired English teacher with an insatiable curiosity... where Murder is concerned. Whenever she walks around Glen Echo Cove, dead bodies inevitably materialize. Usually first detected by their powerful smell, they often yield intriguing clues as to their demise.

This rat, for instance, was covered in half-healed scabs... and ants. While the evil marauding ants are the obvious culprit, closer inspection reveals that the ants are innocent! The gesture of the forepaws, as though the rat is trying to block something terrible from its vision, indicate that this rat died from overexposure to a That's So Raven marathon.

Here, a seagull is discovered face down in the brine. Probable cause of death: Underwater Head Syndrome.

The leisurely walk concludes with a stop at the scenic docks. But what's this? Has this seagull been presented with a cement shoe retirement gift from the Lake Merritt Mafia?

Closer examination and a thorough questioning reveal the culprit and the murder weapon are one and the same.
Yes, it was Naked Barbie, on the pier, with the Naked Barbie. Who would have expected the murderer to be this week's guest star!? I *knew* it wasn't Professor Plum!

Monday, May 4, 2009

Flounder and Scuttle: a true life tale

Uh - well - first, uhh, this shark chased us - yeah - yeah! And we tried to - but we couldn't - and - grrrrrrrrr - and - and we - whoooaaaaaa - oh, and then we were safe. But then this seagull came, and it was this is this, and that is that, and...

AND THEN IT ATE ME!

As it turns out, Flounder was too big for Scuttle to swallow.

But, as we know, seagulls are flying (of course they were flying)... and they're out to discover... easy meals they can steal from their neighbors.

Filthy little hobbitses. They stole it from us.