The Keystone cops are running all over the place, not knowing what they were looking for. Someone with a girlish sounding voice was screaming , “Murder, Murder!
A horse drawn wagon arrived on the scene, loaded to the hilt with cops. Fat ones, thin ones, short and tall ones, and the Chief followed in his one horse buggy.
Where is the body? he was heard to say, was it man, women or what? No one can leave the scene until the Chief of Police says they can, “he announced! “
About the same time, the old lamp lighter, was making his rounds lighting the street lights. There was a strong musty smell in the air and with the smell of horse manure on the streets, one could hardly breath. Mother O’Dell must be cooking her famous cabbage stew again, and you could almost taste it
The Chief is demanding to know, where is that body and with his big belly and his deep breathing, he is going to explode. If that happens, those other smells will be dwarfed.
An old dog walked up to the Chief of police, lifted his leg and peed on the Chief’s shoe. It took a few minutes before it was felt by the chief. Actually, it felt warn to his foot and kind of good, to the old boy. That was when it hit him, someone had peed on his foot. He turned abruptly to see who was close to him, but everyone was several feet away and the dog had left the scene without the Chief’s permission.
The old Chief yelled “SHIT”, and the men dropped their trousers and squatted. Good help was hard to find, but his men were obedient. The ladies blushed and laughter was heard from lamp post to lamp post.
Then the old clock in the town square was heard to chime, and the hours had passed so quickly. A body could not be found and the old Chief said someone was going to pay. A police sergeant took off his hat and was passing it around to the spectators, and enough money was collected for all, to join in for a round of beer.
Then the clouds drifted across and blocking, the light from the moon, a wolf from far away let out with long painful cry, that made chills go up and down your spine. The night air turned cold and people were scurrying to get in off the street. The old Chief of police stood at the entrance of the police station looking at the old cannon across the street in the town square, He was thinking, how many years has it been since it was last fired. That brought back memories of his day when he was a young boy. and when they use to fire the cannon on the fourth of July every year. And the last time it was fired, it had went off accidentally and wiped out the old Hotel Out House. There was a visitor using it at the time, and no one knew who he was a where he had came from, his hotel bill had been paid in full, for two weeks. After that, they filled the barrel with concrete . Now they pay tribute to that person, on every fourth of July.
At that time the phone was ringing inside the police station. It was the old Chief’s wife and she wanted to talk to him. He mumbled and grumbled about something, took the phone in hand and placed it to his ear, He was heard to say, I have told you and told you, never call me at work! His face turned red and you could see the anger building in him, that is when he fell to the floor, dead, from a heart attack.
That just goes to tell you, never talk to you wife on the telephone, when you are angry, after a dog has peed on you foot. It will happen every time.
By: Ben R.
Feb. 23, 2011
A horse drawn wagon arrived on the scene, loaded to the hilt with cops. Fat ones, thin ones, short and tall ones, and the Chief followed in his one horse buggy.
Where is the body? he was heard to say, was it man, women or what? No one can leave the scene until the Chief of Police says they can, “he announced! “
About the same time, the old lamp lighter, was making his rounds lighting the street lights. There was a strong musty smell in the air and with the smell of horse manure on the streets, one could hardly breath. Mother O’Dell must be cooking her famous cabbage stew again, and you could almost taste it
The Chief is demanding to know, where is that body and with his big belly and his deep breathing, he is going to explode. If that happens, those other smells will be dwarfed.
An old dog walked up to the Chief of police, lifted his leg and peed on the Chief’s shoe. It took a few minutes before it was felt by the chief. Actually, it felt warn to his foot and kind of good, to the old boy. That was when it hit him, someone had peed on his foot. He turned abruptly to see who was close to him, but everyone was several feet away and the dog had left the scene without the Chief’s permission.
The old Chief yelled “SHIT”, and the men dropped their trousers and squatted. Good help was hard to find, but his men were obedient. The ladies blushed and laughter was heard from lamp post to lamp post.
Then the old clock in the town square was heard to chime, and the hours had passed so quickly. A body could not be found and the old Chief said someone was going to pay. A police sergeant took off his hat and was passing it around to the spectators, and enough money was collected for all, to join in for a round of beer.
Then the clouds drifted across and blocking, the light from the moon, a wolf from far away let out with long painful cry, that made chills go up and down your spine. The night air turned cold and people were scurrying to get in off the street. The old Chief of police stood at the entrance of the police station looking at the old cannon across the street in the town square, He was thinking, how many years has it been since it was last fired. That brought back memories of his day when he was a young boy. and when they use to fire the cannon on the fourth of July every year. And the last time it was fired, it had went off accidentally and wiped out the old Hotel Out House. There was a visitor using it at the time, and no one knew who he was a where he had came from, his hotel bill had been paid in full, for two weeks. After that, they filled the barrel with concrete . Now they pay tribute to that person, on every fourth of July.
At that time the phone was ringing inside the police station. It was the old Chief’s wife and she wanted to talk to him. He mumbled and grumbled about something, took the phone in hand and placed it to his ear, He was heard to say, I have told you and told you, never call me at work! His face turned red and you could see the anger building in him, that is when he fell to the floor, dead, from a heart attack.
That just goes to tell you, never talk to you wife on the telephone, when you are angry, after a dog has peed on you foot. It will happen every time.
By: Ben R.
Feb. 23, 2011
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