it was a rainy night. The crime spree was at an all time high, an evil waterfowl aloof, and not an end to the chaos in sight.

Sherlock Goose was at the latest crime scene from the infamous Goose, taking place inside an alleyway. This one, unlike the others, was more... extreme. There was murder, death presumed to be from bludgeoning from a blunt heavy object.

"... Honk."

Sherlock Goose said as he took a puff from his pipe. "When will an end be put to this?" He thought.