Sometimes, there are good news in the newspapers. This one is about the good police work in the times of terrorism and common negativism:
Imagine one of the elite detectives of the serious crime division opening the fridge – and the cream cakes are gone!
“Who stole my cakes?” he asks.
His colleagues are viewing each other with suspicion. “Not me, not me,” they’re denying, their voices shaking.
“It must have been an intruder!” says one.
“If it was an intruder, why the cake didn’t bark?”
They’re at the point of the group breaking, their friendships shattering, professional reputations are at stake – and in this very moment the clearer enters with corpus delicti still around her/his mouth.
“We got him. Elementary, my dear Watson.”