Mr. and Mrs. Doore were frantic. Their little girl’s favorite doll was missing. Normally this wouldn’t be cause for a call to police, but Sally’s raggedy toy was special. It was stuffed with wadded up $100s and $50s. The yellow-haired, smiley-faced doll was worth thousands and since the Doores distrusted banks, it represented a significant portion of their life savings.
When Detective Monday arrived on the scene he went straight to work. He examined the girl’s room, scribbling notes on a legal pad. When he was done, he approached the Doores for an interview. Questions flew. Where had the doll last been seen? Who had access to the room? Who would’ve known that the doll was worth a fortune? What did the doll look like? When he was done, Monday thanked the couple and headed back to the station to examine the evidence he had collected.
Two days later, the detective received a call. A SWAT team raid had yielded a large stash of stolen goods – stereos, plasma TVs, computers, you name it. His unmarked car sped to the scene. When he strode into the house, his eyes immediately fell on a tattered rag hung limp over the edge of the desk in the corner. A single strand of yellow yarn clung to it.
“Oh, no,” he muttered. “Sally Doore’s Dolly.”
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