The Case of the Tissue Issue

When I returned to the Flurfendorf estate, the evidence was right there, neatly piled up so I wouldn’t miss it. Mrs. Flurfendorf sat nervously on the sofa, a practiced look of remorse struggling to stay on her face. It was too perfect, too easy. When you’ve been in the gumshoe trade as long as I have, you can smell a decoy a mile up the block.

It only took one stray glance on her part to give the game away. I turned and realized Mrs. Flurfendorf had been playing me for a patsy the whole time, covering up to protect the real culprit, Mr. Flurfendorf. But now I had him boxed in, and it was crying time for both of them. At least they had plenty of tissue to dry their tears.

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10 thoughts on “The Case of the Tissue Issue

  1. michael ficklin December 29, 2015 / 8:29 am

    Too cute!

    Now get the box off the dog’s head.

  2. Alison December 29, 2015 / 8:30 am

    Nope, not me, it’s that guy. πŸΆπŸ‘ˆπŸΆ

  3. bunnylove50 December 29, 2015 / 10:06 am

    Mike- you are a doll! πŸ™‚ Your witty observations bring smiles to my face.

  4. Faye December 29, 2015 / 10:24 am

    The glance.
    The humiliation.
    The laughs.

    • The Commenter Formerly Known as Ricky's Mom December 29, 2015 / 3:17 pm

      Are you sure it’s not Sam Spayed? (See how I fixed that?)

      • Faye December 29, 2015 / 8:52 pm


  5. Ilonka December 29, 2015 / 1:42 pm

    Ok, got me! Laughed right out loudπŸ˜€

  6. The Commenter Formerly Known as Ricky's Mom December 29, 2015 / 3:19 pm

    Mrs. Flurfendorf looks an awful lot like Ricky, who never met a tissue or paper napkin he didn’t like … to eat.

  7. Kar December 29, 2015 / 5:17 pm

    Busted. So Busted.

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