Thugs (1)

There once was three thugs.  Thug Eleanor, Thug Charles and Thug Mute were all cousins.  They were good thugs.  They stole things back from bad thugs.  Today, they were on a mission.  The giant water lily that had emerged from nowhere in Miss Coilinger’s yard had been stolen.  It was a HUGE water lily.  And it grew in sand.  She was going to enter it in the fair.  Miss Coiling claimed it benign, but the small town of Barlinschmallin wondered.  The thugs came to the scene of the crime; Miss Coiling’s back yard which was a desert.  Miss Coiling was in panic and agony over the loss of the beautiful plant.  She was intolerant to think that these thugs wouldn’t be able to help her find the water lily.  Everyone else in the town had been telling her to go to the thugs about such an offence because they wouldn’t be able to help her.  Miss Coiling was the thugs’ aunt.  Miss Coiling had faith in her sisters’ children!  Miss Coiling was the one that funded the thugs so that they could be taught the correct way to detect and steal.  The thugs were taught how to infuse salable asparagus juice with water without making it dissolve.  This was used for putting the crook to sleep while they stole back the valued stolen item.  Miss Coiling suffered illiteracy in that she did not know a thing in the field of detecting.  It didn’t matter how much brains she mustered, she could not figure out what had happened.  She couldn’t apply clues to real life and conclude what may have happened.1