Detective Work Is Not Easy

They all knew what happened, six were speaking at the same time. I separated them out and told them to make sense and please rhyme. One quit, unsure what I meant. My dividing skills were heaven-sent. Please give me the facts, on the tracks, with the pacts of some sacks. She did not understand, so I said it louder, I mean really loud. By now we had acquired a rather large, obnoxious hillbilly crowd. Who kilt Billy Bob Henry Lee Major Fay? An old-faced hag said. Until she spoke, I had forgotten we were next to something dead. Turned to me. Come on detective, what do you have to tell us? This was from a cousin of Billy Bob Henry. His name is Catchy Willis. I’m getting the statements, I said. It’s going to take some time. This took me away from my lessons to teach these people to rhyme.