The opened package of potato chips held the answer to the mystery.

Both detectives
looked at it but failed to realize it was the key to solve the crime. They passed
by it assuming it was random trash ensuring that the case would never be solved.
She had been an angel for coming up on 10 years and in all that time nobody had
told her this was possible. The fact that it could ever happen never even entered
her mind. Yet there she stood, with the undeniable evidence sitting on the ground
before her. Angels could lose their wings.
Sometimes it just doesn't make sense. The man walking down the street in a banana
suit. The llama standing in the middle of the road. The fairies dancing in front of
the car window. The fact that all of this was actually happening and wasn't a
dream.
Green vines attached to the trunk of the tree had wound themselves toward the top
of the canopy. Ants used the vine as their private highway, avoiding all the
creases and crags of the bark, to freely move at top speed from top to bottom or
bottom to top depending on their current chore. At least this was the way it was
supposed to be. Something had damaged the vine overnight halfway up the tree
leaving a gap in the once pristine ant highway.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.
She nervously peered over the edge. She understood in her mind that the view was
supposed to be beautiful, but all she felt was fear. There had always been
something about heights that disturbed her, and now she could feel the full force
of this unease. She reluctantly crept a little closer with the encouragement of her
friends as the fear continued to build. She couldn't help but feel that something
horrible was about to happen.
"Do Not Enter." The sign made it clear that they didn't want anyone around. That
wasn't going to stop Jack. Jack always lived with the notion that signs were mere
suggestions, not actually absolute rules. That's why the moment Jack looked at the
"Do Not Enter" sign, he walked past it and onto their property.
Finding the truth wouldn't be easy, that's for sure. Then there was the question of
whether or not Jane really wanted to know the truth. That's the thing that bothered
her most. It wasn't the difficulty of actually finding out what happened that was
the obstacle, but having to live with that information once it was found.