“No, no, no,” the first human said. “The CSI doesn’t work out at all.”

“What do you mean?” said the second human.

“Poor little Goldie is laid out cold on the windowsill,” said the first human.

“Yeah. He flew into the window and broke his little neck.”

“If he hit the window at breakneck speed he should have bounced into the garden bed,” replied human number one. “Not been laid on the windowsill. It’s almost like someone, or something, wanted us to think he hit the window.”

“Damn!” the cowbird, watching from the fence, said. “I knew Garfield couldn’t handle a simple hit!”

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