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[Nancy Martin]

Waffle House Man

Jackson, 6th grade

7:02 AM

      This is the Waffle House.  Waffles go in and out of here every 30 minutes.  But the great Waffle Machine had been stolen!  My name is Waffle House Man, or WHM for short.  I am the manager of the waffle house.

      I set out for the Pancake House, our rivals.  I saw a sign that said 'Now Serving Waffles'.  I burst in there screaming, but they didn't have the waffle machine.  The waffle machine was bulky.  They had a small waffle iron.  No wonder they didn't make delicious waffles!

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Mrs. Blueberry Syrup's house  3:02 PM

     I got the call from Mrs. Syrup.  She was yelling, "MY WAFFLE IRON WAS STOLEN!"  I rushed there quickly.

     "HELP!  My waffle iron!  My waffle iron!  Help!" she said, confused.  "Just the facts, ma'am, just the facts", I asked calmly.  "My waffle iron was stolen by a mysterious man!  He looked like a muffin!" she told me with a serious reply.

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Muffin Man's House  7:02 PM

     As I walked up Drury Lane, I heard a familiar voice.  It was Muffin Man!  He was singing, "Do You Know the Muffin Man?" as loudly as he could.  I stopped him and his off-pitch singing right away.

     "Where are the waffle irons?" I asked Mr. Muffin Man, who was busy making muffins.

     "You will never get them!" he shouted, trying to run away.  He ran and ran and ran.

     Then I released the birds from my backpack.  They ate the muffin man up.  The waffle machine was returned. 

     Delicious waffles still go out of the Waffle House every 30 minutes.

 

[Nancy Martin]

The Criminal

by Jacob (5th)

3:45 A.M.

     This is the house...the place where it all got started.  My wife was getting ready for her job.  She gave me a hug and left.  I was left all alone.  I felt odd today because I always have a twitch in my arm when there is a criminal near.  I looked out my window and saw Mr. M. Miller.  He was for some reason sleeping on his kitchen floor.  As soon as my wife was long gone, he abruptly woke up and he looked wide-awake.  And from that moment on I thought I knew he was the one that was making my arm twitch.

 

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10:45 A.M.

     I fell back asleep and woke up again.  I remembered the incident about Mr. Miller.  I go to my lab and try to figure it all out.  Just at that very moment, I get a call saying that there is a robbery six houses down from mine.  I go to investigate the scene.  I see Mr. Miller coming out of the house and I see a woman screaming at me, "Arrest him, Detective Jacob!".  I'm thinking that I should, but I don't because I have learned, the hard way.  I follow up with my plans and explore the house.  As soon as I walk in, I see a blood trail and broken glass.  I asked the woman, who introduced herself as Maria, if she was in the paper recently, and if she gave her exact address and if she had won anything that most people don't....  She said, "Why, most indubitably!!  I won the Million Dolllar Jackpot!  Why do you ask?"  I said, "Oh, just wondering."  "That man probably stole it all," she says.  I say, "Oh, yeah, why didn't he have money in his hands?"  Maria looked guilty and started to sob, "Help me!  I just got robbed and I need help!  Please believe me!"  I said, "You're under arrest for false information and you will receive a $500 fine."

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5:00 P.M.

     When we got to the police station, I plunked her into the jail cell and locked her up.  Just then, it came to me that Mr. Miller had been set up!  He was not the one who had made my left arm twitch--it was that woman!  I went home and told my wife immediately and she congratulated me.  Then, I cautiously walked to Mr. Miller's house.  I then questioned him about the setup.  He told me that Maria called him and asked for a cup of tea to celebrate her winnings.  "When I got there," he said, "the glass was already broken and her hand was all bloody.  Then she said that you needed to arrest me.  As soon as I heard that, I got scared, and started to run.  And by coincidence, I jumped out the window.  So it looked like I was stealing her money."  I said, "Oh, I undertand what you're talking about now!"

 

5:30 P.M.

     This is the house...the house where I rest, after I solved a hard crime.

 

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