The Mystery, Crime, and Thriller Group discussion

Hayes wrote: "You want to start your game idea Scout?"

Come on Scout, start a new one. you're very good at this!

Okay, Judith, let's see . . .

Two old hippies

sitting and smoking

near a bookstore

in companionable silence.

The bookstore owner

(I relate, I'm an old hippie).

inhaled deeply, remembering

ghosts of past

Wait...inhaled deeply and remembering are a bit counter intuitive, yes? Oh well, too late now...another old hippie here!

their haunting visage

of past lives

Haaaa, Mary. Thanks for the laugh!

So far, we have:

Two old hippies sitting and smoking near a bookstore in companionable silence. The bookstore owner inhaled deeply, remembering ghosts of past, their haunting visage of past lives

and youthful adventures.

Hippie John says,

"I remember when

the van broke

and the weed

were killed by

the incontinent dog.

That was before

things went bad

and the dog

is now found

. Peterpepper the cat

( I actually have in addition to my two mini schnauzer an 18 lb. grey cat named Peterpepper, hence the grey children).

with a fuzzy

So far, we have:

Two old hippies sitting and smoking near a bookstore in companionable silence. The bookstore owner inhaled deeply, remembering ghosts of past, their haunting visage of past lives and youthful adventures.

Hippie John says, "I remember when the van broke and the weed were killed by the incontinent dog. That was before things went bad and the dog is now found.

Peterpepper the cat with a fuzzy

wuzzy silly tail

twitching back and

forth, decides to

christian the weed

and devil the

dog. But suddenly

the dog rose

on her hind

legs, clearly reaching

inside the van

sniffing out the

bag that was

full of pot

and lying atop

a smiling groupie.

"Grab that lid"

So far, we have:

Two old hippies sitting and smoking near a bookstore in companionable silence. The bookstore owner inhaled deeply, remembering ghosts of past, their haunting visage of past lives and youthful adventures.

Hippie John says, "I remember when the van broke and the weed were killed by the incontinent dog. That was before things went bad and the dog is now found.

Peterpepper the cat with a fuzzy wuzzy silly tail twitching back and forth, decides to christian the weed and devil the dog. But suddenly the dog rose on her hind legs, clearly reaching inside the van, sniffing out the bag that was full of pot and lying atop a smiling groupie.

"Grab that lid"

Next three words, now ???

said John, as

he ran for

the van. "That's

the keys to

the padlock on

the weed compartment.

"Where's the leash

we won in

the last remaining