McGruff and the Case at the Muddy Fort

I was outside of Fort Defiance High School. Even though I was at Fort, it was sitting in a different place and situated differently. Anyway, there was a lot of construction going on, and so there was a lot of mud and everything around. There was this "hill" that had been dug out, and the whole slope of it had these huge tire marks in it and it was extremely muddy. At the top there were a lot of trees. Pine, I think. There were a lot of people that were walking and romping around on the muddy hillside. They were all students about my age.

Then the bell rang for class to begin, so they all started coming down off the hill. For some reason, since they were coming down, I decided that I was going to go up and take a look at it for myself, just to see why everyone was up there.

I passed this couple, and they were kind of hippy like. I finally kind of floundered my way to the top, but then the next thing I remember was that I was back down at the bottom and between the school building and a small grove of trees. The hill was still visable about 200 feet away from me.

As I looked around, all these people were terribly muddy, and they were all sitting and laying in the mud. Some of them were prepared to start class, but most of them were goofing around and wrestling in the mud. There was one big pile of people, and it was just a bunch of guys that were goofing around. There was one on the bottom, though, that was being particularly mean or something, and I think that he was either yelling at me or someone close to me. He looked a lot like the lead singer from "Ben Folds Five".

Then something happened and he ended up getting in trouble for whatever it was that he was doing. I think that he hurt or killed someone in his anger. But for some reason, I was worried about getting in trouble for it myself. I think that the teacher sent us both away or something, and so then we ended up in a place that was a lot like a combination of a church and a house.

We went into one room, and it looked like my dining room. Then McGruff (the "take a bite out of crime" dog) came in with his son and they were going to sniff around and find out who did "it". (Like I said before, I think that someone got killed) So I went with the son as he sniffed around and looked around, and we suddenly found bits of broken glass everywhere over by a window that's where the basement door is now (in my grandmother's house). They were on the rug and under the rug and on the wood floor next to the rug. I started picking up every little piece of glass I could. It was a creamy white glass that was semi-transparent.

I was putting all the pieces into my hand so we could show them to whoever was in charge. We started finding so many that I put the first handful into my mouth so I could start picking up a second handful. After we finally found a lot of it, we went and took the glass to whoever we were supposed to show our findings to. I dumped out the handful of pieces, and then I was trying to spit out without cutting my mouth. I could feel the wet chunks of glass up towards the front of my mouth, but I didn't want to push them too hard because I didn't want to get hurt.