y top secret information with. Wayne Watson. Built like a bean pole but still a waste of space. His grandparents were stretched on wracks in medieval times. I still gave him his sheriffs badge because of his name which suits my position well and he is a good source of chocolate bars too.
             A scream of terror woke me from my thoughts as Thomas Whittle yelled that his new yoyo had been stolen. I thought that this had been the third gone in our class. I did not have a yoyo as I believe these immature games should be left to the lesser mortals. Never the less I believe it would be my duty to help solve the case and bring the thief to justice. Then the courts can organise the date of his execution or if he is lucky a long prison sentence. I looked around the room as everyone checked their bags for their precious yoyos. I turned my head to the rear of the class and there like a huge mountain sat Billy Briggs. His belly
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