In which a bookstore employee, confounded by the covers of the Boxcar Children Mysteries, decides to use his own fuzzy memories and wild assumptions to literally judge a book by its cover. Updates somedays.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
25 - The Amusement Park Mystery
More like the Trauma Park Mystery. Or the Spiral of Shame and Guilt Park Mystery. I mean, look at them. Those are not amused faces. Nor are they the faces of people solving a mystery. I know what that looks like. There's a lot more pointing, for one thing. Oh, wait, you know what? It's probably just that they're at such a high vantage point, they can't choose which of the myriad things in their field of vision to point at first. They'll be fine once they get to the ground and are free to point and go "Look! A carousel! Let's go solve it!" That makes sense. Plus, I think I just solved the Tree House Mystery.
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