By Daniel
Last night 9:30 p.m. Murder in the woods; or so we assumed�
One of our scouts went out to get away from the thick smoke of the campfire we had previously started. As my camp scouts and I sat around the fire, we heard a blood-curdling scream. When we reached the scene of the crime, there was nobody there. It appeared to be a bear attack. We saw footprints of the bear and a trail of blood. We weren�t sure if it was real blood, but none of us wanted to find out the hard way so we had �Mikey� try some. Sure enough, it was ketchup. We then followed the prints, but they seemed to disappear. That�s when we called the guys in blue.
Feeling that it is not a police officer�s duty to solve a crime, I, Daniel Holmes, will be the one piecing the clues together one by one. All I will need is my CORK500 (an overly pumped cork gun); my scouts pocket knife, and a magnifying glass. Oh, plus my deputy crime solver, Jeff Watson!
As the door opened, my deputy stepped in. �Ready to go Holmes?�
�Of course my dear Watson. Pack your tools; we haven�t got much time.� Off we were to solve the mystery. As we made our way through the woods we stopped every now and then to question a suspicious looking forest creature. I thought we were getting awfully close with a terrain squirrel, but Watson�s pleading to move on kept me from finishing my examination. As we were walking through the heavily treed forest, I heard a faint whisper. I couldn�t make out what was said, but then it got louder saying, I see you, throughout the forest. Then he said; I�m going to kill you, you better run�RUN YOU IDIOT RUN!!! Oh wait. That was me. A jolt in my knees made me leap from my spot throwing down Watson with me. BLAM! A sniper! It�s made its mark on a tree not too far away from me. (Actually, it was pretty far away, but where�s the suspense in that? Must have been a warning shot. However, a detective never stops until the crime is solved. I, Daniel Holmes, would not give up!)
�Ok�let�s get back to camp, Holmes,� Watson said nervously.
�A great detective never gives up!�
�Oh bother! I should never have come!�
We set out again; not on a journey, but a mission. We crossed rivers, scaled mountains, crawled through treacherous caves, but after a mile was up, we had to stop. We had walked until we could not walk farther. Our path had ended at the bottom of a small cliff. Just as I was about to call this case closed��A cave!� Watson yelled.
�Jolly good show, Watson! Right down to the bottom of the crime!� (detective joke) The cave looked man made. It was short, just tunneling through the other side of the cliff. A ray of light shone brightly through the other side of the cave entrance. Just as Watson and I started to enter, a figure dropped from the mouth of the cave.
�You�ve gotten too close to this case!� It was the missing scout! �I�m sick of all you dumb scouts and your stupid honorary ways! All we-�I wanted was to get away from this camp and live life on my own. This life is stupid! There are too many rules and laws to abide by. We�I was just going to start a new life until you came along! Now I�ll just have to get rid of you!� Standing almost ten feet away, he pulled out his sniper rifle! BLAM, BLAM! Two misses. Obviously he had no experience with a gun. Instead of pulling out the heavy artillery, I went for my scouts pocketknife!
�That�s plastic!� he mocked.
�Hah! Wrong again, criminal! It�s rubber.� He still had a point there, though�I threw it behind me and pulled out my CORK500!!
�What are you going to do with a stupid cork gu-� POP! He fell to the ground. Victory was mine!
