Who killed the quick brown fox

© Carl Monopoli | Dreamstime.com

The quick brown fox jumped. The lazy dog was having none of that. She snapped at the air and nipped the fox’s tail.

“Hey!” said the fox. “That’s not the drill.”

“It is now,” growled the dog.

“You don’t understand. ‘The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.’ That’s tradition. That’s how it works. That’s the way it’s always been done. No tail-nipping.”

“If you don’t zip it and let me get back to sleep, a bite mark on your precious tail will be the least of your problems.”

The fox started. “I thought we were friends.”

“Friends let their friends sleep,” said the dog.

“Not true,” said the fox. “Friends jump over their friends and say, ‘Rise and shine, it’s a brand new day.’ Really, we do!”

The dog grunted.

“You have a point,” the dog admitted. “Sometimes a body needs a rest, though.”

“You can rest when you’re dead,” said the fox. “Come on, back to work.”

The detective stopped the video surveillance recording.

“Do I need to show you the rest, dog?”

“You gotta understand,” the dog pleaded.

“Oh, I understand,” the detective said. “You were tired. He wasn’t. I might have killed him, too. But murder is kind of against the law.”

“Where did this recording come from?”

“Kind of obvious, don’t you think?”

“I guess so,” the dog said. “What was your probable cause to set up a camera there?”

“Probably cause, shmobable cause. We caught you dead to rights.”

“I’m just asking,” the dog said. “Did you have reason to believe murders or other crimes would be committed in that spot, or were you just nosy?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess, in this day and age, no.”

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