Stuck In Quicksand

♫Everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days♫

            He slept like a baby.

            Nothing could awaken him from his dreamless slumber-except…

            WHACK!

            He jumped up, boxing his hands, ready to fight like Rocky Marciano. He looked around and saw her walking by, he glared and pointed his finger as he yelled after her.

            “Why’d you hit me?”
            She turned around calmly. “What are you talking about?”

            He folded his arms. “You cannot lie to me. someone smacked me while myself slept.” A door creaked open, and he turned to it, who had just walked in. “Did you hit me?”

            It shook its head. “What reason is there to hit you?”
            he shrugged. “You tell me.”

            She rolled her eyes. “If you’re this upset, why don’t you call the police station and they can make a big case out of it.”

            He smirked. “That’s just the thing to do here.” He pointed a finger at them both. “Stay in this room.”

           

            Anyone looked at the suspects. This was the strangest case anyone had ever been on. Anyone started taking notes.

He tapped his foot, impatiently. “Well? Who slapped me?”
            Anyone shrugged. “Still thinking.”

She got up. “Who wants coffee?”

He dragged her down. “No beverages until the case is closed.”

Anyone scowled. “What happened here, exactly?”

He turned and gladly gave an explanation. “While sleeping, someone hit me, they woke me up.”

It was thinking carefully. “You don’t know if someone, or no one, or everyone, hit you.”

She folded her arms. “You didn’t get hit. He did.”

Anyone felt the need to interrupt. “Myself is going in the other room to think. This door will be locked until the case is solved.”

She huffed and sat down as the door clicked shut. “Now what?”

He glared at both of them. “One of you confess.”

It shrugged. “There is nothing for me to confess.”

He fumed, and in anger, he reached over and twisted the arm of it. She shrieked and smashed his fingers with a rock. He yelped as she hurried over to it.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

It nodded. “Yeah.”

He whipped his head at her. “You hit me and woke me up, didn’t you? he winced.

She turned to him. “You hit it, so your fingers get smashed.”

…Meanwhile, in the other room, anyone sat at a table, thinking. Who could have hit him? A door creaked open, and anyone thought a suspect was escaping.

“Get back in there!”

“Why? Am I a suspect?”

Anyone turned to this new stranger. “Who are you?”
     “I do not know who you is, but I know who I am.” I replied. “I am I.”

Anyone was confused. “You are I?”

“No, you is you, I am I.”

Anyone shrugged, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to solve this case. Unlock the door holding the suspects, and let us both go in.”

Anyone dared not disobey.

I looked around at him, her, and it.

“I, myself, know who had hit him.”

 He looked confused. “Who? You don’t even know the case! How can you know who hit me? Are you so kind of physic?”

I smiled. “Believe me, I know it more then you do, and that doesn’t come from being a physic.”

She was impatient. “Well, who hit him?”
            “He did.” I resolved.

Anyone, he, she, and it, were flabbergasted.

“Me?” He exclaimed wildly.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“But how did he hit himself?” It wondered.

I smiled again. “He rolled over in his sleep, which caused his hand to flip up and hit himself in the face.”

He looked down sheepishly. “Gee, I’m sorry for blaming you two.” He apologized to she and it. They both forgave him.

“How are the smashed fingers and twisted arm?” I asked.

It and he smiled. “Surprisingly better.”

“Good.”

After saying good-bye, I went out to write this story.

“I rest my case.”

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