A detective arrived at a remote farm to investigate a curious case: a prize-winning pig had vanished without a trace. He found the farmer looking utterly perplexed.
“Good morning, sir,” the detective began, pulling out his notepad. “I’m here about your missing pig. Can you tell me exactly what happened?”
The farmer scratched his head. “Well, officer, it’s a mystery to me. I went out to feed ’em this mornin’, and he was just gone. Poof!”
“Did you see anything unusual?” the detective pressed. “Any strange footprints? A suspicious vehicle? Anything at all?”
“Nope, nothin’ unusual,” the farmer mumbled. “Just the usual farm stuff.”
The detective walked around, observing the muddy ground. “Hmm, it seems like your fence is intact. No signs of a break-in. This is puzzling. Are you absolutely certain no one came onto your property last night?”
“Positive,” the farmer declared. “I was up late, sittin’ on the porch, keepin’ an eye on things. Nobody came in, nobody went out.”
The detective sighed, growing frustrated. “Alright, let’s go over this again. You’re telling me a 300-pound pig just vanished from a secure pen, with no signs of struggle, no tracks, and no one entering or leaving your property?”
The farmer nodded solemnly. “That’s right, officer. It’s the strangest thing. I mean, where could a pig like that go?”
The detective leaned in close, his voice dropping. “Sir,” he said, “have you, by any chance, checked the dinner table?”