Land of the midnight noir

Officer Bradbury responded to a call at 75°29'39.62"N, 81°34'17.34"W for a domestic disturbance. Unfortunately, it was too late when the officer arrived on the scene. An unlikely romance had turned ugly, and the writing was on the wall - not to mention the floor and the suspect's snout and forelimbs. It should have been an open and shut case. Two people mistake hate, fear, and anger for love, and when the truth rears its ugly head, something is going to break. This time, it was a seal's head. Why the bear couldn't just take it out on an iceberg or a Coke bottle is beyond me.

Sure the guy had been wronged. The lady was taking him for a joyride and laughing about it with all her seal friends. Maybe she deserved a few verbal smacks to her pretty little face, god knows that guy could roar, but not this. By the time I arrived on the scene, the pictures had all been taken and the suspect was in cuffs in the back of a paddy wagon seeing as the back of a cruiser could barely hold his behind. I had to hold on to the bench opposite the brute while he told the story. By the time I was done with the interview I felt like a milk shake a one of those rock shows the kids go to these days.

I gotta say I felt for the guy. The big oaf was simple enough to think a dame like hear could look at whatever it was they were doing and call it love. The poor sap might as well have delivered himself to the island jail as soon as he laid eyes on her. This whole thing almost makes me doubt Lady Canada's capital punishment ban. He might just be better off out of his misery.