In which one of my strawberries was brutally murdered
The victim had a great gaping wound in its side. The culprit was easy to identify. Not only was it still hanging around in the immediate vicinity; but the murder weapon, its stalk, was liberally steeped in the drying blood of the victim. I suppose it could enter a plea of insanity - and argue that it just likes dipping its stalk into the fresh wounds of corpses. Or it could claim that the other strawberries made it do it - by repeatedly shoving it around in the crowded box.