Detective Ceylin

Author: Meryem Alademir (9 years old)

Translator: Nefise Karaduman (11 years old)

Hello guys;

It’s me talking, detective Ceylin, and i got a very very important job today. Victim is Uncle Recep from number 34 C apartment. His motorcycle is stolen!

- I doubt grocer Remzi did it, he said that he wants a motorcycle.

(kernel cracking sounds)

Im talking with my assistant.

  -Stepped on the idea! Clever!

(ugh... rotten kernels...)

-He also said he has plans like this.

(Crack crack crack)

-Definitely he did it!

                                                                                                                                                                   ‘’Detective Ceyliiin!!!’’

-Man!! Sorry Lara, i have to go.

-Yeah okay.

They founded new footprints in the garage. And they want me to research inside. I started to research. I gave flyers to everyone. We want everyone to press their foots in a special dough so we can recognize the patterns. We founded two footprints that resemble the ones in the garage. Police interrogate the owners of the footprints. Oh, actually the motorbike was really great. If ı was a thief i would love to stole it. Dont worry guys, i didnt stole it that footprint wasn’t mine!  But one of those footprints belong to Grocer Remzi!!! So my predictions –when ı was cracking kernels- where right:) Thats the way to be a good detective.

 Guess it, it will be right!!! Thats my motto!

‘’Detective Cey-liiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!!’’

Oh man that was an angry one. Hopefully its for good.

-Yes sir?

-Are you slacking off?

-No sir ı was just writing my diary.

-Give that to me, what are you writing?

-But sir, diarys enter personel space!

-Good, you know your rights, dont slack off!!!

-Yes sir.

That was the chat between me and police chief. We take everything serious these times because those people say they didn’t stole the motorbike. I still think Remzi stole it! They talked these with the police:

-Mister Remzi, the foot prints in the garage are the same with yours?

-What do you want to say sir?

-I mean maybe you stoled it?

-Sir dont you dare to say these to a 50 years old man?

-Ermm yeah actually...

-Why would ı stole a motor something when ı even dont know how to ride?

-Mister okay oka...

-Im not okay, sir, open the doors!!!

-Sorry mister but...

-I dont listen to sorrys, open the doors!...

-Yes, yes right away!

They opened the door... He’s angry ı think...

Where do ı know these? From the gossip girl Shennur of course.

‘’Wuuuuuwwww Wuuuuuw Wuuuuuuw’’

Siren sounds? Man, they understood it!

I STOLED THE MOTORBIKE!!!!!