The case ended two weeks later.

The potato escaped.

The elf disappeared.

The goblin opened a

cutlery farm.

The goat was elected

Supreme Judge of the kingdom.

Nobody seemed to have

a problem with that.

I returned to my office.

The rain kept falling.

The leak continued trying

to fill my coffee.

And on my desk, I found a note.

There was no signature.

Just a small potato drawn in the corner.

"Spoons do grow.”

I looked out the window.

In the distance, amidst the storm,

a winged figure held a giant teaspoon.