Cassiope Fillet smelled the whole thing before she saw or even heard it. The smell of something acidic and vaguely rotten reached her nose and she nearly threw up. She held her nose and advanced, trying not to hurl. Her eyes smarted, but later she would realize it was worth it.
Cassie found the source on Rode Road. A bundle of brightly decorated clothes stood in the middle of the road, over a neon-green flower pot, successfully blocking traffic. As Cassie got closer, she realized that the bundle was actually a really, really fat woman. The woman's skin was a coffee brownish color, and she had the blackest eyes Cassie had ever seen. The woman wore strings of neon-colored beads and had a african-looking shawl draped over her head. Her eyes stared at Cassie, and Cassie shivered.
A large crowd was gathered around the woman, mostly compromised of fishermen, children, and angry traffic drivers. Cassie heard yells, taunts, jeers, and strangely, cheers. She heard a man say to his child "Coo-coo woman. Crazy bumbrain. Come on, let's go!" before they left.
Cassie tapped a nearby teenager on the arm. The teenager spun around, annoyed, until she saw that the person who disturbed her was a police officer. A look of panic crossed over the poor kid's face. Cassie smirked inside, but on the outside she smiled coolly.
"Hello, can you tell me what's going on here?" Cassie asked. The teenager's shoulders sagged with relief. Then the girl grinned, showing off a mouthful of braces. "Okey dokey! Ya see--" She gestured to the woman. "Lady thinks she's a witch. Anyway, the woman, says her name's "Biacarist", claims she's a witch. She's says the bottle in her hands in filled with some magic potion or something. It'll lure the worms-" the girl pointed to the flowerpot "up and then the fisher guys profit. Or some dirt like that. Don't believe that stuff." The girl looked down at her feet. "Are you going to arrest her?" She asked.
Cassie looked at the woman, now chanting a stream of strange words. She looked at the wet dirt and the empty bottle nearby. "Yeah, I will. She's lying." Cassie answered. The woman was now handing out bottles of potion to some of the fishermen, and Cassie saw money exchange hands. Wyreton's main source of profit was fishing, and Cassie knew worms made excellent bait. So, of course the fishermen would buy Biacarist's fake potion. Of course. That was why she had to stop her.
"Stop! Stop! Biacarist, you are now under arrest." She called out to the crowd.
How did Cassie know that Biacarist's potion was fake? Solutions on next chapter.
2: Solution #1
Solution:
Worms live in tunnels in the dirt. When it rains, water fills up the tunnels, making the tunnels over flood. The worms must make it up to the surface in order to live. Thus, Biacarist is cheating the fishermen of their money. The "potion" was probably only just food coloring, some acidic perfume, and water.
Biacarist was arrested and fined.
Author's note:
Most of the mysteries can be solved using common sense.
Comments must contain at least 3 words
Chapter: 2
Things you should think about:
Do acidic perfumes really smell so bad that it makes people want to puke?
Would this mixture work? I know someone who uses soapy water to get worms to rise, mind you she uses a lot of it, so this lady's "potion" should work right?
The definition of a potion is a mixture of liquids so she isn't really using false advertisement and if it works why cant she sell it?
Yes, people can make it themselves if they now the recipe. Yet I know a store that sells BLTs and I can make that my self and they aren't doing anything wrong by selling it.
December 13, 2013 | Heather O'toole /Davies
Chapter: 2
Well, I was wrong. I didn't even think about it. But you can't exactly arrest someone for lying... But she was scamming and loitering, which is illegal, so yes, she could be arrested on that account.
December 15, 2013 | A . Nonymous
Chapter: 2
I thought the solution was very clever. It is the simpler things we tend to over look. I appreciated the fact that I had to spend some time to figure it out, which I do not have to do often.
January 12, 2014 | S S Desai