Dear gentle humans, here is a mystery for you.
This was the puzzle that greated my mom and dad a couple of nights ago. They were very baffled by this new artwork on their floor. And, as they looked further, they found footprints on the tile:
Indeed, this was a mystery that would have been worthy of Ellery Queen, or Miss Marple, or even Hercule Poirot! But, alas, they were not around to solve the puzzle.
Do YOU know what this is? And who done it?
OK, so what if this puppy was the perpetrator of this crime. You still haven’t solved the riddle of what the orange stuff is.
I don’t think that you would ever guess. Go ahead, try.
Wrong. Try again.
Nope. Still not right.
See, I told you that you’d never guess it. I knew that you’d never say that it was orange face paint!
Ooops … how did I know that? Is that a confession? Can I plead the fifth? Where is my lawyer?