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**George Spear: Investigator ** By: Campbell Hagan

It was precisely 12:37 A.M. on Tuesday, January 4, 1986. I had a lot of bills to pay. The pile of bills had been sitting on my desk for weeks, but I hadn't brought myself to pay them because I had been staying up late every night watching reruns of my favorite tv show, Quincy M.E. The light on my computer screen was burning my eyes, but it helped me stay awake. The ring of the telephone frightened me; I was half asleep. I didn't think anyone would be up except Joe, owner of Joe's 24/7 Diner, and me, George Spear. After I managed to wake up, I answered the call.

"George Spear, Investigator. What's the problem?" I said.

The unsatisfied lady answered, "George Spear? I would like to speak to Rick Price."

Rick Price is my co-worker. "I am sorry, ma'am," I replied, "but his new baby daughter has been sick lately."

"Well, if he isn't there, then why even bother to call it Spear and Price Investigating Firm,” the lady said. Spear and Price Investigating Firm was the name of the place where I worked. Business has been slow ever since that new law firm down the street came into business. The people say that Henry Talc and Andrew Ross are younger, so they can rely on them more. They are in their early thirties and Rick and I are in our late sixties.

“Okay then, ma’am, if you want to talk to Rick then you will have to wait until he starts working again. If you want instant assistance, I suggest talking to me now,” I said in an annoyed tone. I heard nothing for second.

She finally answered, “Alright, I was driving home from work late one night, and I saw this strange man walking right in the middle of the street, even though he probably knew I was driving. When I got to about ten feet away from him, he fell, right in the middle of the road.”

“Did you get out to see if the guy was okay?” I questioned. “Was there anything unusual about the man?”

"He looked pretty normal, but it was dark so that didn't help."

"Please come over tomorrow so we can discuss further details," I said before I hung up.

It was now Wednesday, January 5, 1986. I heard the doorbell ring, and I knew exactly who it was, so I jumped up to get the door. It was the lady who I talked to last night, and luckily for her Rick was back. I told him all about her problem.

"Have you found out about any new details?" Rick asked.

The lady had to think for a second, "Well, while I was walking here, I saw the same guy again. He looked perfectly fine. It was like nothing happened."

"Now since it is daylight," I asked, "could you tell what he looked like?"

"He was tall and thin man with a blond buzz cut and he had a scar right across his face," the lady answered.

Rick exclaimed, "Oh! He is Fred Hold. I can call him right now!"

Rick picked up the phone and started dialing. A low voice answered, "Hello, Rick."

“Hello, Fred! I have a question. Were you walking in the middle of the street last night? Why did you fall all of the sudden?” Rick asked.

“I was walking back home from work,” Fred said, “and no one was in the street, so I walked in the middle of the street, then I had one of my narcoleptic attacks and fell asleep.”

Fred was on speakerphone, so the lady asked, “So, I didn’t hit you, did I?”

“No, no, no. I am perfectly fine,” he said and hung up.

I said, "So, he is just narcoleptic. He didn't die."

** Nature Haikus **

__** Golden Rays **__ Golden rays shine through. I sit there thinking of you, Why you made me so blue.

__** Fall Leaves **__ Glimpse at the fall leaves, Fluttering in front of me, Watching them depart.

Ode to Stev  Ode to Stev, you are a wonderful pig. When I think about you, I dance a jig. I can talk to you about anything. I like to tell you what I am feeling. You are always there, though I can't see you, You cheer me up when I am feeling blue. You are my favorite color, pink. You are beautiful, even though you stink I like it when you oink, it makes me joyful, When you laugh, it makes me oh so cheerful. I love how you are so round and plump, And you make me giggle when you jump. Oh my dear Stev, the pig, I will not lie, I will love you until the day I die.

** Campbell ** “crooked mouth” Originated in Scotland Daughter of Chris Hagan and Missy Hicks Named because it’s a family name Who loves spaghetti, my phone, and Minecraft Who needs a laptop. Who gives an annoying presence. Who fears bugs. Who would like to see a Pigcat (pig + cat) Resident of Anniston, AL ** Hagan **

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