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[title] => The Case of the Missing Jacket
[time] => 2010-05-25 14:54:52
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[bodytext] => Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop were having some coffee and tea when the sirens, they blared, and a voice cut the air, Screaming "Please help me, please help me please!". Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop jumped right into the action and found a young lad who was looking quite sad for someone had stole his new jacket. All around town to each restaurant and shop went Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop. They searched in the kitchens and on top of tall bridges, when they caught a break and met a girl named Marissa. Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop questioned their new friend. She was not only pretty but really quite witty and braver than a lot of grown men From the classroom coat closets to the curtains on stage, She showed them the playground, all the great hiding places They looked in the freezer and at the top of the ropes. They searched all over and never lost hope . Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop with Marissa right by their side followed up on all clues, Almost wore out their shoes. It was now just a matter of time. The following day at about eight o'clock came Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop bringing donuts and milk from the store on the hill because the bad guy had been caught. Marissa had told them to look on the top, that is Marty the Mailman and Cathy the Cop. The top of the slide that looked like a boat and low and behold there was that boys coat..... Along with some kittens and a little red ball. The jacket wasn't stolen, wasn't stolen at all. Just borrowed a moment to help keep her kits warm The new Mother cat never meant any harm.... Thus ends the mystery of the missing jacket With the help of Marissa the case has been cracked. The playground is safe. A little kids heaven. I wonder what happens when Marissa turns seven? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 5 [informant] => applethoughtrotten [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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