I emerged from my office around lunch to discover a crime scene. It would seem that someone in the house has either a strong aversion or misguided love for stuffed Santa ornaments.
The perpetrator will not be hard to find once the right sleeve passes through its digestive tract. The primary suspect is not known for masticating her food so I’m sure that this case will be off the books soon.
The other investigator in the house will burn a bunch of time on motive. I think some are just born trouble.