Okies! Here's one of mine!

It was a hot, sunny day in late July. Business was slow and I was stuck in the office working on some long overdue paperwork, when I received a phone call from the chief of police. "Someone is robbing the potato place and Idaho won't be famous for it's potatoes."

"No problem," I had said, "I'll solve any crime by dinner time!" I slipped my trench coat on and took my dog Clue with me. The first step, I had decided would be to interview people by going house to house. No one even knew about the case except for one girl who lived on 33 Potato Street.

The girl said, "I've heard about it on TV, and my brother has been acting strange every time something comes on about the Idaho potatoes. He clams up and gets all nervous."

"What's your name and what's his?" I asked. I took out my notebook and scribbled down what the girl had told me. "Thanks" I had said. "If you have any more evidence call the police and they'll call me." I now decided to check out the potato house. There are foot prints everywhere! They look like Nikes I thought. I snapped a picture and went home, a little disappointed, those could be anyone's shoes. At home I watched the news for more evidence. I found some news which I wrote down.

"Hi, I'm Peter Jennington with some news on the potato house. We suspect it might be Benny Burke who we have seen wearing a purple shirt, but it is kind of unusual for him to be stealing potatoes. Well folks that's all on the potato place.

That night I went out around 9:30 to the potato place. Around 10:00 someone wearing a purple shirt came in with a sack. I found an emergency phone near by and dialed 911. The police came. It was a boy named Dan who happened to be the girls brother. He revealed that he worked for Benny Burke. He was taken to a kids jail.

As for me, I got a badge. I was quite proud of myself. I had solved the case of the missing Idaho potatoes !