The green Alfa sat nicely between the ‘Penguin’s Nostril’, a Pub, and the local pharmacy, O´leary’s. 

One could tell by the oil stains on the hood it’d been recently repaired. Or at least one would hope so. Any other reasons for the stains would indicate seriously bad maintenance. Or character. Bad. Or any combination of the above.

Nevertheless, Elrod Ashford-Pfeiffhuppfer III, the ‘librarian’, entered the hallway with a grim look about his person. This was not at all unusual, for he was born like that. Grim looking. He was, however, a kind and not alltogether unpleasant bloke, as it were. His sister, Edwina Ashford-, well you know, she was quite his opposite, as looks go. She was quite good looking. ‘Groovy’ is one of the terms which come to mind when discussing Edwina Ashford- and all that’s appearance. 

Now, what was I on about? Oh, yes, the green Alfa. Well, the local police found it at about 4.37 on a wednesday. They discussed it heavily influenced by Matthew Cardigan, a retired officer from the salvation army. He claimed to know for certain that the Alfa did in fact belong to the widow Arbuthnot, previously teacher at the ‘Eldridge Lazarus School for the Needy’ in Jamestown.

‘I can give the old bird a ring see if she’s seen her Alfa lately’ said Orville Gainsburgh, one of the trustworthy men of the police-force. 

‘You do that, Orville!’ Replied Niels Garfinkle-Strutworthy, one of the other trustworthy et c…

The result of aforementioned phonecall/conversation was that they decided to summon Mr Indies, owner and operator of the best tow-truck in the county. Mr Indies took charge of the situation and a green Alfa was brought back to its rightful owner- the widow Arbuthnot. Three youngsters on some kind of illegal substance was charged to the full extent of the law, and are now spending their time making licence plates and not picking up dropped soap bars in the showers.

There, that was a little story of a green Alfa, oil stains, and, well, you know…