… on the suspicion of serial murderers in dingleville



It’s lambing season.

Yesterday, a beautiful little creature came into our lives.

Little and radiant and a gift from Heaven.

She was greeted by all of God’s creatures here, with the usual signs of affection.

A sniff here.

A friendly tug there.

And before long, she had woven herself into the fabric of our lives.

It was as if she had always been here.

This morning, far too soon, she was gone.

The authorities believe this may be another in a series of murders.

Which are called ‘serial murders’ (for those unfamiliar with crime scene lingo).

There have been a few slayings in the past year, which were not officially connected, because the authorities didn’t want a public panic.

For instance, the murder of Michael Wazowski, back in December of 2013.

Here’s what I know now from eavesdropping at the scene this morning…

Based on vague descriptions from a few, less-than-dependable eye-witnesses, they suspect more than one killer.

Blaze, the self-appointed lead investigator, told us that she had to head back to the station and run some tests, but she was pretty certain it was the work of the Stuffy Slayers.

Named by the media, all we know is that the Stuffy Slayers operate as a pair. One might be blonde and the other red or dark-haired. Both medium build, somewhere between 65 and 80 pounds.

Here are the shots I got on the down low as the crime scene investigator (CSI Dunstable) did her thing.

Blaze did pronounce our little lamb dead at the scene though. And the crowd around dispersed slowly once the body was removed.

I wonder if the killers could have been in the crowd.

You know, like in the movies and on the television crime shows.

Just watching.

And plotting their next move.

You know how sometimes the hairs go up on the back of your neck and it’s not even cold out? That’s the way I felt. I just knew they were there.

And, when it was all over, I called Fred and Marshal Dillon Dingle away from the scene and we went outside to throw a ball.

And Blaze started barking and running to me and then running over to them, and running back to me, and running back to them. It was like she was channeling her best ‘Lassie’ as if she was trying to tell me something. And I was, like, “Blaze, stop acting as if Timmy is stuck in a well or something and focus on solving the crime!”

And she just looked at me as if I had three heads.

Probably because she is overworked because CSI Dunstable is really understaffed.

Silly dog.

I hope she communicates better when she figures out who the killers actually are.

Thanks for readin’.

Lamb Chop. May 12, 2014 – May 13, 2014. “This is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends…”

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