The strange case of the hug thief

Once upon a time, there was a thief so strange that all he wanted was a hug.
That's why they called him the thief of hugs. But since stealing hugs is not a crime,
This curious thief kept doing his deeds.

The hug thief went out into the street every day, ready to get in the middle of
any couple of people who were hugging. But it was so
annoyed that people tried not to touch each other in public, just in case.

This did not please the hug thief, so he had to look for a solution. What
towards the hug thief when he couldn't get into any it was to mug a
establishment full of people. It didn't matter to him whether it was a bank, a
supermarket or a hospital.

The hug thief entered the chosen place with 'a club' and said:

This is a mugging! Raise your arms if you don't want to get a good whack!

And people opened their arms. And the hug thief went one by one looking for a
hugged until I heard the sirens and ran away, happy and content to have
found so many hugs in a little while.

One day the police chief decided that it was time to stop that wave of robberies.
absurdities. But she couldn't stop the hug thief, so she thought of a
solution.

The police chief gathered a group of volunteers and told them his plan. To everyone
it seemed good and they took action.

The police chief set up a stand on the street with a huge sign that read:
'Free Hugs'. A volunteer would start giving hugs to many other volunteers.
to attract the attention of the hug thief.

When the hug thief saw that, he ran, happy to be able to hug.
someone without bothering.

-If you want, you can replace me anytime -said the volunteer who gave him the
hug. -Yes, yes, please!

And that's how the hug thief stopped bothering the people of the city who,
Grateful, I was passing by the free hugs stand so that the thief would be there.
entertaining and happy.
Moral: Although a hug is an act of affection, it is not right to do it to
unknown people who may not want it. Sometimes the best thing is to ask and
make sure that this act of love will be well received.

The abandoned house

We always went to play at that house. We liked the feeling of being in

no man's land. No, it wasn't really a house, just the reflection of what in
Another time it had been: a few walls that fought against time and that
they resisted oblivion. A building whose roof had collapsed years ago and that
lacked windows and doors.

We liked to sit in what we called the living room and play that
we were in another era. Huemul was sitting on a stone, which was immense
armchair next to a lamp and began to read all kinds of stories.

I read them aloud and I listened with great attention because I was very small.
to read. I liked his voice and his stories so much!

One afternoon when we arrived at our shelter, a plastic cord with huge
letters surrounded him completely, and a bunch of police surrounded us.
dear walls. An agent was sitting in the armchair but instead of reading,
He was observing the ground and jotting something down in a little notebook while some of his
companions were painting red circles on the walls.

We approached, who had invaded our home? They pushed us out.

We were kids and we couldn't be there.

We explained to them that we lived there, that we spent our afternoons in those walls and
that if something had happened with that house, we should know it.

Maybe we can even help them, said the daring Huemul.

The police officer looked at us with a spark of irony in his eyes as he asked us.

Do you know a man who goes by the name Gago Cafú?

That name sounded familiar to us, but we didn't quite know when, where, or why.
because we had heard it.
I don't know, maybe if he lets me see it, I can respond to him. Where is it or what has happened?
Done?— I was increasingly amazed by the courage with which my friend was capable.
of facing that situation.

They didn't tell us. We had to leave and not return that way. In the end, we left.
because they threatened to shoot us and scared to death I managed to get Huemul
he would reconsider and realize that he was playing with fire.

We were gone for several days, maybe months, without returning home. One afternoon we decided
that enough time had passed and that we could return to our shelter.
This is how we did it.

There were no police, no cordons, nor traces of paint on the walls. Only
we found a man sitting who introduced himself as Gago Cafú and asked us
that we would share that place with him because he had nowhere to go.

Since then, every time we go to the house we run into him and Huemul.
Read stories for both: Cafú also doesn't know how to read.

Moral: Sometimes it just takes time to understand things that, at a given moment,
We cannot understand. Sometimes patience opens a great door to understanding.

The mysterious thief of thieves

Caco Martínez was a true expert in the art of stealing. Nothing could resist him.
and he was so good at his job that he had never been captured. His tranquil life,
It truncated a good day when one night, he discovered that someone had entered his...
house.

Much to his dismay, he decided to seek help from the police to find the brave one who
had been able to steal from him in his own house.

Since that day, he started to suspect all the neighbors, who, perhaps
Aware of their thefts, they had decided to take revenge. But nothing happened in a few
days, so Martínez thought it wouldn't happen again.

Unfortunately for Caco, he was robbed again, aided by the darkness of the
night. With no other solution, he had to go back to the police, who, faced with his stubbornness, ...
He installed a video camera in his house to identify the thief in the case.
that he would return to his home again.
Something that happened again a few nights later. Thanks to the camera, the police
He was able to find out who the culprit was and informed our Caco to identify.
to his thief.

When the video started playing, Caco was very surprised, the thief.
from his house, it was he himself. Some nights, he would get up sleepwalking and hide
all the objects in his house, along with those he had been pilfering over time.

Moral: The moral of this detective story is that all our actions have
consequence, and that sometimes our own enemy is ourselves.

Invisible walls

Officers Roberto Andrade and Ignacio Miranda headed to a

small house located in a middle upper-class neighborhood of the city.

They were sent to investigate within it, because they were investigating.
about a huge tax fraud, a result of the corruption they had perpetrated
some members of the city council.

Around six in the evening, the police arrived at the house. They brought with them a
court order that allowed them to enter regardless of the circumstances.

To begin with, Andrade and Miranda knocked on the door. No one answered. They knocked again.
knocked and heard some footsteps. A lovely old lady opened the door for them. The police officers,
kindly, they explained the situation and the reasons why they had a
search warrant to enter the house.

The lady understood the situation, although she explained to them that she had none.
relationship with the individuals investigated and that I did not know them. In any case,
the officers had to enter, something that the lady accepted.

Later, the two police officers began to search the house. The elderly woman them
it indicated that they were not going to find anything, as she was the only one living in that house
since she became a widow. However, she never interrupted her work.
police

―Parece que no vamos a encontrar nada, Ignacio ―le dijo Roberto Andrade. ―No
There is no sign of hidden money, as the investigations indicated.
I think this is a fiasco,
Finally, the officers went out to the large backyard of the house, which was also a
garden with many trees.

Do you remember that Mr. Vallenilla, one of the investigated in the plot, is
a lover of bonsais?" Miranda asked Andrade. "Certainly. It is
truth.

Miranda made that comment while pointing to a part of the garden full of
bonsais, of all kinds. The bonsais were arranged in rows. Each of them
I had bonsais of one kind.

In one there were small orange trees, in the other there were small trees of
lemon and so on. One of the rows that stood out the most was that of
bonsai trees that looked authentically Japanese. In fact, there were several
from these rows.

Shall we dig? asked Andrade. Of course answered Miranda.

Although they did not have tools to dig in the ground, the police began to
to rummage through the places where the bonsai were planted with the hand.

I think I'm touching something solid,

Indeed, it had been that way. It took them a couple of hours to manage to unearth a whole lot.
box that was sealed on all four sides.

Now the challenge is to open it,

Although it was quite complicated, thanks to a hammer that the police

they managed to break one of the sides of the box.

With great patience, they were getting rid of much of one of the surfaces.
from the box in order to open it. In a short time they had already been able to open it.

―Well done! ―they sang in unison. Inside the box, there were thousands of bills.
wrapped in rubber bands of various denominations. It was confirmed that within the
The house was hiding money.

The officers loaded the box into the house and realized that it was not
there were traces of the elderly woman who had opened the door for them. They did not give her

importance to this fact and set out to leave. When they tried to do so, it happened
something implausible, that Andrade and Miranda would never have expected.

There is an invisible wall! exclaimed Miranda.

The police officers were able to open the door of the house without any issues and
they could see the outside of the house. However, they could not leave!

“I don’t understand what is happening!” shouted Andrade.

Suddenly, the sweet little old lady appeared with a devious look, pointing at them.
with a weapon.

―You won't be able to get out! This house is protected with a system that activates a field.
electromagnetic that blocks all its entries.

Quickly, Andrade prepared to draw his weapon when he realized that he did not.
it was. Miranda did the same.

You are so foolish that you took off your weapons when they were being unearthed.
the box! ―shouted the old woman.

The police were shocked. They didn't know what to do. They were aware that the
old woman had taken them hostage.

Leave the box and flee, if you want to live!

The two police officers exchanged a conspiratorial glance and dropped the box.
immediately, they started to run out of the house.

We can't tell anything about this at the police station,

that not ― declared Miranda.

Moral: Sometimes people are not what they seem, so it is better not to trust them.
prejudices and stereotypes, as age or clothing, for example, mean nothing. In
Professions such as that of a police officer, it is better to 'distrust until proven otherwise.'

A thief of habits

Don José had a grocery store in a busy area of

Mexico City.

It was the most sought-after trade by the local residents and the inhabitants of the
nearby populations. People came to buy their fresh meat, their fish,
legumes, eggs, and other products.
Everything was going well that Thursday, November 6, 2019, just as it had
elapsed in the last 20 years since the establishment was founded on the 3rd of
October of the year 1999.

Maria, the cashier, was collecting at her usual spot, a place she had occupied for ten years.
years and whom he loved, as he interacted with the people of the city.

Each customer had a different story to tell day after day, just like their
customs. Don José knew them all. Margarita liked to buy fruits.
fresh every Tuesday at nine in the morning, sometimes I would arrive at eight and
fifty-five, others at nine oh five, but never outside that range of 10
minutes.

Don Pedro, for his part, liked to buy fish on Fridays at noon.
but he only bought snapper, the most expensive species of all, and the gentleman would take away
always about 10 kilos. That was, by far, the biggest sale that Don José made
weekly by a single person.

Ms. Matilde, in particular, bought chickens and melons on Tuesdays to make her
Caribbean soup special for her husband. María and Don José knew of these tastes.
because Mrs. Matilde always told it every time she went.

Today I have to make my chicken soup with melons, my special soup that my loves.
husband —one could hear Doña Matilde every time she arrived.

Just like these characters, hundreds, even thousands passed by there each week.
Now, that Thursday something happened that had never occurred in the history of that
local, in its two decades of existence: they broke in to steal.

Although there were not many damages, the losses were considerable, especially
because they stole the most expensive thing, ten kilos of snapper from the fridge, just the right amount
What Don Pedro used to buy; chickens, melons, and all the fresh fruits.
from the local.

In addition to that, the cash register was completely empty, not even a
cent, nor did the gold items that Don José hid appear either in his
office and amounted to about $15,000. Perhaps the strangest thing is that the cameras of
security was completely disabled.

Strangely, Mr. Pedro did not attend to buy his ten kilos of snapper on Friday.
something that María and don José missed a lot after the police picked up
all the evidence at the crime scene.
It's strange that don Pedro didn't come, right? said María to don José. Yes, very.
strange, María, especially because besides the clothes, the fish was just missing that
he likes it and in the amount that he usually carries.

The investigations continued the following week, but things became more
still mysterious. It turns out that the following week neither Margarita went shopping.
Matilde, just the customers who bought fresh fruits, chickens, and melons.

Don José and María missed each other even more.

After three weeks of the regular customers not showing up, the police arrived.
to the establishment with an arrest warrant against María.
But what's happening? What are you doing? - said the cashier. - María, María, you were very
It's obvious, see that sending your cousin to recommend other businesses to mine
clients so that they wouldn't come on those exact days and take what they liked.
a good play. That could confuse everyone, and you actually did it. Just
you failed in one thing, a small thing —said Don Pedro while they were handcuffing
who would be your cashier.

What are you talking about? I'm innocent, I've been your friend and employee all this time!
Yes, and throughout that time I studied you, just like you studied me. I know about your trip to Brazil tomorrow.

An old friend was the one who sold you the ticket. I alerted the police and they found everything.
in your cousin's house. Everything is known.

Moral: Perhaps the moral of this story is that sometimes, the people in whom
the more we trust, the more they fail us. There are things in life that we have no control over, and this is one of them.

one of them. That’s why the best thing is to live knowing that sometimes people lie and disappoint, without
to worry excessively about it.

6. The fall of the liar

Everyone knew it, except John. As is customary when you are

things happen. Every detail was told differently by the gossips of the
town, big and small, tall and short, vile people and those without trade who only
They enjoyed living on gossip and nothing more.

"John stole it, it was him," was heard in a corner; "Yes, he was the one who stole it."
car”, it was heard on the other”; “I saw him driving the vehicle at 5:00
"early morning by the gas station," they said at a table in the square.
It turns out that Marco had his car stolen in front of his house at 3:50 a.m.
it was two days ago, Wednesday, March 5, 2003.
Everything happened in the village of La Blanquecina, a healthy village where there was no
I used to hear no strange news, but people had the bad
habit of being gossipy.

John arrived to hear on Saturday the second when two little boys were saying "There is the
he steals cars," they pointed out. He was surprised and went to talk to
Vladimir, his barber friend.

Hello, Vladimir, how have you been? How is everything going? asked John, in a tone
normal. —Hello, John, all good... —replied the barber, with a hint of irony.
Speak clearly, Vladimir, what is being said about me on the streets? —Are you not going to know?
You? —No, I don't know. —That you stole Marco's car, that's what they say.
Yes, as was said at the beginning, the whole town knew, except for John. Throughout the town.
the rumor ran, the infamy that the young man had stolen Marco's car.
Everything would be normal if John didn't work from seven in the morning to nine at night.
to support his family and if he did not teach classes on weekends to children with
special needs.

Maybe that's why, because he wasn't wasting time on gossip, John hadn't found out.
of what they were saying about him, but, thanks to the barber, he already knew.

There in the barbershop, he and Vladimir talked for a long time. John had some contacts with
a police officer who knew about computer espionage and managed to put the pieces together until
arrive with the one who started the gossip. On Monday, just five days after
when the rumors against John started, the police knocked on Marco's door with
a search warrant.

What’s happening? Why are you doing this to me? Am I the victim? said Marco
while they put the handcuffs on him. —We know everything, nothing on the internet ever disappears—
the police officer said. —And what am I being accused of? —Of infamy against John Martínez,
for fraud against an insurance company and for involvement in a self-theft crime.

Inside the man's computer, they found a conversation with a subject.

where they negotiated the price for parts of the car that they supposedly had
stolen days ago.

In addition, they managed to get over 20 thousand dollars in cash on the table, money for the
which was insured the car of Marco. Outside the house, John was waiting and almost
all the neighbors, who did not hesitate to apologize to the man for the damage
what they did to his name.

Moral: Another story whose moral alludes to the importance of telling the truth, already
that always comes to light. Is it true what they say that 'lies
they have very short legs." Another lesson we take from this story is that the
rumors are not always true (in fact, most of the time they contain more lies than
truths).

7. The death of the bishop

At the main police station of the small town of Torreroca, to the detective
Piñango received the news of a death that had shaken a large part of
the city. The bishop of the Major Basilica of the city had died under strange circumstances
circumstances.

Father Henry was very beloved by the community. The members of it

they highlighted their constant altruistic efforts for the population, in addition to their
capacity to integrate the different beliefs of the people.

Detective Piñango received the autopsy report, which indicated that the father
Henry had died suddenly, but there were no signs of foul play. This
the report was signed by the forensic expert Montejo, a recognized professional of great prestige in
Torreroca.

However, Piñango was distrustful.

What do you think, Gonzalez? asked the detective to her coworker.

Indeed detective, there is something that sounds strange.

Piñango and González then agreed to move to the parish house,

where the priest lived. Although they did not have a court order to enter, the
Police intervened in the home.

"What are all these figures, Piñango?" asked González, incredulous about it.
what I saw. - Without a doubt, they are Buddhist images. Buddha is everywhere -
He answered. -But wasn't Father Henry Catholic? -questioned González. -That
I understood.
Detective Piñango found the presence of a very suspicious.
small jar next to the parish priest's bed. The packaging said it was some
sandalwood drops.

Piñango took the jar to analyze it at the police station. The results were
unmistakable: what the bottle contained was arsenic, but, who could have
murdered Father Henry? All doubts fell on the Buddhist community of
Torreroca.

Piñango and González approached the store of Buddhist products that is

find diagonally to the Main Square. When they entered, the saleswoman went into
the back to look for something, but did not return. Piñango realized and went out to the
street, where a pursuit began.

Stop! You have no escape! he shouted. Within minutes he succeeded in capturing

to the manager.

The woman who managed the Buddhist store was named Clara Luisa.
Hernández. Quickly, after his arrest, he confessed to his crime.

It turns out that Clara Luisa, a married woman, was having a romantic relationship with the
father Henry. He informed her that he no longer wanted to continue with it and she decided
to kill him.

Moral: Although there are times when things may seem very obvious or very clear, it is not the case.
more ensuring of them, and more in the police field!, since through the investigation
Many things come to light.

8. The fastest arrest in Punta de Piedras

That day Pedro was going to work, as usual, snapping his fingers with his
my right hand is on its geolocation device and seeing in my mind every change
from the place I knew like the palm of my hand: his neighborhood.

Yes, as you can understand, Pedro was blind, and there would be nothing strange about it if he didn't
he was the only blind policeman in Punta de Piedras. However, since he was blind from
birth, he never needed his eyes, his other senses were always enough for him
to locate oneself: your taste, your smell, your hearing, and your touch. He was the youngest of four
brothers and the only male.
Pedro not only remembered people by the way they spoke, but also by the
typical noise they made while walking, because of the smell of their skin and their breath, or because of the

the touch of their hands (in the case of men) and cheeks (in the case of women)
at the moment of greeting.

The man knew his entire village perfectly, the place of every tree and of every
house and of each construction, as well as the location of each grave in the
cemetery.

The police also knew when the ships and ferries arrived and when they left.
port, I already knew some of them by heart from the schedules and those that I didn't,
he identified them by the sound of their chimneys and specific trumpet sounds.

The device that Pedro had in his hand, and which produced a hollow sound like
a snap allowed him to locate cars and people, as well as
any other new object on the way.

Besides, the man knew every place in his village and their distances in steps.
long strides, short steps, walking backwards, zigzagging, at a trot or running, even knew the
distances in strokes, swimming, because since he was a child he learned to swim at the beach of
his village.

If someone didn't know Pedro, they wouldn't even realize he was blind in his village,
especially because he never wanted to use a cane. In fact, his own friends sometimes
They forgot that he was blind, because, in reality, he did not seem to be.

The criminals of the town respected and feared him, and it was not in vain. Pedro, the
blind police officer, had the best record of capturing wrongdoers in the town. The
he caught them running or swimming, disarming them with special karate techniques.
And, well, to complete Pedro's qualities, he was uncomfortable with weapons,
never used one in his life.

The patrols gathered in front of the scene of the events on Monday, April 1.
In 2019. It was exactly nine o'clock in the morning at the Iván Jewelry, right across.
from the port, where most of the boats departed to the mainland.

What happened, guys? Who's going to tell me? Let me through! said Pedro to
arrive at the crime scene and make your way through the curious. —It was a robbery, it
they took Esther Gil's diamond and Gloria's pearl necklace, the most valuable jewelry
faces of the State —answered Toribio, police colleague of Pedro. —Okay, let me
analyze everything —said Pedro, approaching the showcase with broken glass
where the jewels were extracted.

The man bent down, picked up two crystals, and ran his fingers along the thin edge.
He brought them to his nose and smelled them deeply, and then put them in his mouth and savored them.
His friends were used to his quirks and weird things, but the people from
the village could not stop marveling at everything it was seeing.

Pedro stood up without saying anything, he made his way through his friends and the crowd of people.
while a tear rolled down her cheek and she stood next to her sister, who
he was there paying attention to everything like the rest. The blind man took a hand of Josefa (thus
he called her older sister) and in moments he handcuffed her.

Take her away, boys, everything is with her husband at home," said Pedro, very
sad. — What are you doing, Pedro! What is this! — his sister said, shouting and
surprised. —If you thought I wouldn't deliver you because you're my sister, you're wrong.
At least you could have had the delicacy to wash your hands before coming with
Your husband to commit this crime. Yes, they still smell like the fish my mother gave them.
yesterday. And yes, the cut on the glass corresponds to the knife that your husband always carries and
the crystals taste like the sweat of your hands —said Pedro, then fell silent and left.

The police immediately went to Pedro's sister's house and corroborated.

everything he said, and they arrived just when Martín, the husband of
Josefa was preparing everything to leave in her boat with the jewels.

Moral: I have several morals; the power of the senses is undeniable, and sometimes not.
It is necessary to have all the senses working to discover surprising things.
The other moral is that the law is the law, and it does not make exceptions for family or friends, already
Whoever does it, pays for it (or so it should be).

9. The police bird

Once upon a time, there was a police officer named Filomeno. Filomeno had a very special bird.

clever and shrewd that he had trained for years. In fact, the bird always had
the open cage and came in and out whenever it wanted.

One day, some thieves broke into Filomeno's house to steal. The thieves were
so silent that the experienced police officer didn't even notice their arrival. Not so the
bird, which immediately flew out of its cage, chirping as if it were a magpie, and
poking the thieves to make them leave.
Filomeno got up immediately, but he did not see the thieves escape anymore.
frightened by the staircase.

-Pajarito mío, mañana te vienes a trabajar conmigo a la comisaría -dijo Filomeno.

The bird became very happy. It would be the world's first police bird.

When the other police officers saw Filomeno arriving with the bird on his shoulder
they couldn't believe it. It didn't take long for them to start making jokes and mocking
Filomeno. Even the police dogs laughed, in their own way, when they saw the little bird.

Don’t worry, little bird, you will have time to show how wrong they are.
they are all these clever ones.

That same day there was a robbery at a shopping mall. The security guards
They had closed the building and the thieves were trapped.

But the shopping mall was big. It was dangerous for thieves to be there.
We had to be quick and catch them. But no one knew where they had gone.
thieves. The dogs entered, but they were unable to find any of the
ruffians.

-It's your turn, little bird -said Filomeno.

The little bird flew away and went into the shopping mall. After a while, it came out.
and started to chirp very loudly. Filomeno followed him, along with two other police officers, who
they reluctantly went after him.

Within a few minutes, Filomeno and his companions were taking out the thieves.
handcuffed. The little bird had found them very well hidden. Some of them were coming out.
well pecked, because he had tried to escape.

That day they decorated Filomeno and also his bird, which became part of
the template for merit

-Never let anyone laugh at you for your size, little bird -Filomeno said to him-. That
To do great things, it is not necessary to have a great size.

Moral: Never underestimate your abilities, even if you are too short, too tall,
Too much of whatever... We all serve a purpose, the interesting thing is to find our
skill!
10. Woody, the pillow manufacturer

Many years ago, an old man named Woody lived in a small village.
Every morning, I would load a sack full of feathers from a friend's farm.
he dedicated himself to making comfortable pillows and cushions that he sold in the
market. They made them in all colors and sizes. Small ones for baby cribs,
pillows for children who had pillow fights and flexible for the
people who liked to sleep hugging the pillow. Their creations
they were famous all over the world. But one day suddenly, people stopped
buy them.

The elderly man, desperate and understanding nothing, wanted to find an answer. He
asked an elderly neighbor who told him that a jealous and very lazy young man
named Pancracio, had decided to ruin the reputation of the poor manufacturer of
pillows and cushions. Their idea was to build a large factory where they would be
machines that would do the work.
-The artisanal work does not provide sufficient benefits- said the young man challengingly.

What was happening was that, although the young man's pillows were cheaper, they did not
they were made with the care and dedication of the old man and the people did not
He was buying. So he paid a lot of money to the town newspaper to spread the
rumor that the old man's pillows were full of bedbugs and fleas.

People, as it was a very famous newspaper, believed the lie almost without protest.
Even the town hall sent a disinfection company to the workshop of
elderly. The young man had taken care to fill it the night before the inspection.
all of fleas. Sadly and without being able to do anything to prevent it, it happened to him
they closed the pillow workshop to the old man. What the young man didn't count on was that
that the old man's assistant was an astrology enthusiast.

That night, I had set up a camera to record a lunar eclipse that was going to
news. He made a mistake and instead of aiming at the target for the street, he did it for the
interior of the workshop. That's how everything was recorded. The young man could be seen
Pancracio opened the jars in which he carried the fleas and scattered them everywhere.
room. With that evidence, the police had no doubt and reopened the workshop of
old Woody. Since he was not bitter, he had no problem giving the young man a job.
in his workshop.
Moral: The moral of this story is about forgiveness, about the importance of fleeing.
from resentment and forgiving those who have let us down, in order to heal our
heart and live in peace.

The killing apple

This story took place in a village called San Pedro de los Vinos. The village
I was certainly sad because Chief Commissioner, Ernesto Perales, had passed away.
recently unexpectedly.

Some of his colleagues, however, had doubts about this death. One of
She, Alicia, was asking the others: Do you see it as normal? I can't believe that
has died while sleeping. There is something fishy here. Another colleague, Daniela,
I was cutting "Let him rest in peace! He died sleeping. Carmen, another companion,
I also didn't understand that version.

Fortunately, just before burying him, they performed an autopsy. Perales was a great
apple consumer. To the surprise of many, they found apples in their
interior! But those apples were not normal: they contained poison, no more no less
what cyanide.

It had been a short time since Daniela had given birth to a boy who looked a lot like
Perales. No one had suspected that this was his son, but it was! Finally,
Daniela confessed her crimes of passion and was arrested.

Moral: The truth always comes to light, no matter how much we try to keep it away from our
lives. That is why it is always better to act with the truth in hand, because the truth may be
It hurts once, but the lie hurts every day without knowing it.

The worst detective in the world

Don Teodoro has just arrived at the police station in Villatranquila.

city with the fewest crimes in the country. Don Teodoro had been assigned there with the
hope that he would stop messing up with his research. And indeed Mr.
Teodoro not only did not solve any mystery, but he complicated things even more.
more.

At first, Don Teodoro was happy in his new job. Although there was not
There is much to do, Don Teodoro was always busy, investigating anything.
something that could be suspicious, controlling the traffic lights to check that
Nobody skipped them and things like that.

Everything was fine for a while, until Don Teodoro started to get bored. And
then, the problems started. One day he went to the police station to report the
owner of a dog who did not pick up his pet's excrement. Mr. Teodoro
ended up fining the lady for not respecting animal rights.

Another day a man went to the police station to report that there was a malfunction in the mouth.
of fires that was right in front of the police station. Don Teodoro stopped the
mister accusing him of having broken the fire hydrant himself.

On another occasion, some boys called him because a lady had fallen.
street and I didn't even know who he was. Mr. Teodoro locked up the kids because he was
sure that they had thrown the lady to the ground while trying to rob her
bag.

Villatranquila was a chaos. No one wanted to show up at the police station or call to
to give warnings, fearful of ending up in jail or with a fine.

The mayor, very concerned, called the police headquarters to report what happened.
It happened. It seems that no one was surprised there, but they didn't give a solution either.
So, the mayor had an idea. He called Don Teodoro and made him the following
proposal:

What do you think about becoming the new writer of mystery stories of the period?
from the city? We need people with imagination and knowledge, and I don't know anyone
no one better than you at that.

Don Teodoro loved the idea. He quit his job as a detective and accepted the job.
of the writer. That really was a marvel, because he was finally able to give free rein to
all the ideas that crossed her mind.

Moral: Perhaps a phrase that summarizes the moral of this story is the following: "Everyone
We are useful for something, but not all of us are useful for the same thing. It's not easy to find our
own place (at a professional level), that's why the key is to try different things until
find it.