May 5, 1897 – Police Gazette
News
The Enchanted Forest Police issued a restraining order today
against a Gold E. Locks. The plaintiff, Mom E. Bear filed the complaint after finding
the culprit in her home. The incident involved destruction of property.
The protective order demands that Ms. Locks not wander into
the Bear’s neck of the woods at any time. The cause stated on the order was –
Breaking and Entering, Private Property Destruction, Smoking in Bed, Lounging
in the Bear’s Bedroom, Porridge Confiscation and Stalking.
Deputy Jack B. Nimble prepared the order after interviewing
the Bear family at police headquarters. According to Mom E. Bear the family was
at Ted E. Bear’s picnic when Ms. Gold invaded their modest split-level home in Hundred
Acre Wood.
Official record transcribed by Miss
Tuffet – stenographer for the Chief of Police.
Mom E. Bear – “We were returning from an afternoon picnic
when we noticed our front door ajar. I always lock the door and place the key
around my neck – I don’t have pockets.”
“It was alarming to see our home open to any wandering
creature. We’ve had several drunken dwarves asleep on our lawn and once
Tinkerbell was trapped in our bug zapper, but we’ve never had anyone break into
the house.”
“I offered to investigate. Dad E. Bear was stuck to my back
like honey. We crept inside and the first thing we saw was our furniture had
been broken.”
“The petite psycho sat in all our chairs, and broke our
sweet Babe’s rocker. Strands of blonde hair were all over our sofa, and she
must have put her feet on the cushions. Patent leather stains covered the
fabric. Talk about grin and bear it. I’d just finished my Spring cleaning after
Winter hibernation. Things get pretty dusty.”
“I checked the kitchen and it was a disaster. Porridge and
honey where everywhere – even stuck to the ceiling. Our big cauldron was
boiling in the fireplace. I removed the lid and was horrified. Peter Rabbit had
been shoved into the pot and left boiling. Although tragic, I thought of adding
some chopped carrots and celery for fresh rabbit stew.”
“We weren’t dealing with any normal woods tramp like Red
Riding Hood. I grabbed a meat cleaver and headed for the stairs. Dad E. seemed
a bit hesitant to follow me, so I knew I needed to take the situation into my
own paws.”
“When I reached the top of the stairs, I panicked. There was
a cloud of smoke drifting out of our bedroom. I ran into the room expecting to
see flames, but was more shocked to find Gold E. Locks draped across Babe E.’s
bed.”
“She was lounging in a blue pinafore, smoking and drinking. What
a sloppy drunk. Loudly, she hiccupped, giggled and then blew a smoke ring. ‘Oh
it’s you,’ she said slurring her words. I was speechless and let out a grizzly snarl.”
“What are you doing here?” I demanded to know. ‘Just chill
like Gentle Ben,’ she advised. ‘I’m here to see Dad E. Bear. I brought him a
present. A box of bear claws.’ I was moments away from ripping her limb to limb.”
“Dad. E. crept in the room looking a little sheepish. ‘You
shouldn’t be here,’ he growled. ‘But, you never came to see me. I won’t be
ignored!’ she yelled.”
“Dad E. looked in pain, like he needed to shit in the woods.
He explained he’d helped Gold E. Locks find Bo Peeps cottage. She was so
grateful she invited Dad E. for a drink with her and Peep. Over a mug of Grimm
Ale, Gold E. made a pass at Dad E. She has a reputation for liking strong black
bears.”
“Until her forced entry, I wasn’t aware of any situation,
but, she’s been stalking Dad E. everywhere he goes – the butcher, the baker the candlestick maker. Dad
E. told me he’s seen here lurking at the edge of the forest enticing him with
an open picnic basket. She’s also disguised herself as Winnie the Pooh and
Teddy Ruxpin trying to get into the house.”
“I forcibly removed her from our property and told her the
next time I saw her she’d be tasting my bear claw. This bleach bottle bimbo
will not ruin our ‘Happily Ever After.’”
The Bear family has retained the legal services of Tweedledee,
Tweedledum, and Associates. A warrant was issued for Gold E. Locks in
connection with the stewing of Peter Rabbit. Ms. Locks remains at large
somewhere in the forest. All residents have been warned not to interfere in the
search. The Three Little Pigs are on the case.
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