I wrote this short story for school, based on the writings of Canadian humorist Stephen Leacock. Leacock wrote a hilarious piece outlining the essential cliches of 19th-20th century serialized detective fiction. It’s available online under the name “The Great Detective.” (An even funnier version of the discourse exists under the name “Frenzied Fiction,” which I found in my grandpa’s well-worn copy of Leacock’s Laugh Parade.) The punchline of my story is that, once again, the butler has “done it.” This time, however, he has done it is to himself.
On the subject of Canada, I’d also like to thank my aunt for bringing three huge jars of Canadian peanut butter when she visited the week I received this assignment, as they served as my inspiration to write this. 😀
The Great Detective and I were sitting down to a hearty breakfast when we heard the frenetic pattering of footsteps in the stairwell.
“A visitor, I presume,” my ingenious flatmate remarked as he spread a generous amount of peanut butter on his crumpet. “It must be – and surely, he must be distressed, for the way he mounts our staircase is uneven and heavy. Either that, or he is a drunken lout who has read too many of your stories, seeking my autograph.”
“Perhaps,” said I, fondly recalling the last case I’d dutifully chronicled for The Brand. (You ought to read it after this one!) Continue reading “Death by Peanut Butter – a short story (finally!!!)”