Mystery Books Like You've Never Seen Before!

Snow College Library was full of mystery last semester as they covered some of their books in brown paper, leaving only vague clues on the front as to the contents. 

I checked a couple of them out just to see what they were about. One was a book I'd read before, called, "Quiet." (The clue? "Shhh.") The other was a collection of Sherlock Holmes stories! Being a fan, I read those with delight. (Clue: a drawing of footprints and a magnifying glass on the brown paper!)
Are you the kind of person who would take a chance on a paper covered book? Or do you like to be certain of what you're getting?

What is it?

I was walking along, minding my own business when what did I see? A something in the back of a truck. (Does it look humanoid to you?)

Is this an elaborate April Fool's joke? If someone were to lift the tarp, would the object in question jump high enough to scare the daylights out of you and shout, "Boo"?

Is it a dresser with a round mirror on top?

Is it a corpse?

Is it some kind of equipment, like a saw?

Is it a tree?

Ooo, the stories this photo could generate just make me want to open a Word document and start writing!

(What do YOU think it is?)

What's the best April Fool's joke you've played, or else had played on you? Come on, do tell. The world wants to know!

Agent in Old Lace

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Mysterious Gravel

by Shirley Bahlmann
I was nearing the end of my half mile walk home when I felt a tiny bit of something tumble gently into my hand. It was too dark to see what it was, but it just smaller than a green pea, was hard and had rough edges. When I got home I examined my windfall in the light. It was a piece of white gravel.
Where had it come from? I was walking under a tree when it landed in my hand. What would a piece of gravel be doing in a tree? Also, there wasn't much hand for it to fit into. I had a tape player looped around my wrist, and my fingers were cupped around the strap. My sons wondered if it had been kicked up while I was walking, but I was on smooth sidewalk.
"It's a magic rock," one son said.
"It's a meteorite," said another.
"You could write a book about it," they both agreed.
So there you go. Ideas for books come from everywhere, even falling rocks.

The Mystery of the missing Halloween globe

We have a Halloween globe in our front yard with flying styrofoam bats and light up ghosts inside. Since it's October, we have it out on the lawn with stern faced jack-o-lanterns. One morning we all left for the day, and when we came home, the Halloween globe was missing. I questioned everyone in the family, but no one admitted to knowing anything about where it was.
I was incensed! Who would steal a Halloween globe right off our lawn in broad daylight? Heart pumping with indignation, I got a long piece of paper that fit across the front of our house and wrote in big black letters: "God saw you take our Halloween globe. Is it worth your immortal soul? BRING IT BACK." When my husband, Bob, saw the sign, he took it down because he thought it was a bit extreme. Our teenage son, Zack, said that anyone who would steal a Halloween globe would just laugh at my sign.
A few days later, our youngest son, Michael, asked me to open the gate to our small side yard so he could get his bicycle. When I did, I stopped and stared in disbelief. There, mashed against our fence, was the Halloween globe. How did it get there? Someone said it must have blown over the fence, but the fence is made of solid wood boards, and it's taller than me! Weird. So I patched the tear in the plastic bubble and set it up in our front yard again. Whenever I come home, the ghosts flutter above the flickering flame inside, circled by swirling bats, stubbornly silent about the mysterious details of the dis-apparition of the Halloween globe.