Caught in the Act

Delores has done it again! From the far reaches of her vast intellect, she has presented us with this week's challenge.

And, surprisingly enough, one of the words IS a form of 'challenge'.

Apt.

Here we go:

challenges Honesty, carriage, flagrant, specific, mustard, grain

“This is a flagrant miscarriage of justice and I, for one, am not going to submit to it!” Reginald was flying high.

“And just what are you going to do about it, Marshmallow Boy?” the officer demanded. “I’m the one with the gun!” He narrowed his eyes threateningly. “And the badge.”

“You know nothing, my man. Nothing!”

The officer sucked in a deep breath and turned slightly pink.

Perhaps taking umbrage at being so titled? Oooo, I sound so smart.

“I’ll have you know that I know plenty, Tubby!” The officer stubbed a finger into the first button of Reginald’s vest.

“I know that you know,” Reginald said, drawing himself up as much as his girth, and soaking wet three-piece suit would allow. “And I just want you to know that I know that you know. You know.”

Okay, he was beginning to stammer.

The officer stared at him. “And just what do you know that I know?”

And the officer wasn’t much better.

“Oh you know. You know.”

And now Reginald had completely stopped making any sense.

“Ummmm . . . you have anything specific that you’re wanting to tell me?” The officer was obviously as perplexed as the rest of us. And starting to lose his patience.

Probably not a good thing when guns are involved.

“Sir!” Reginald glared down at the man, haughtily, said glare slightly denatured by the water trickling from his eyebrows. “If you had intelligence even the size of a grain of mustard, you wouldn’t be asking me that question!”

The officer looked even more confused. He blinked and scratched his ear with the barrel of his gun.

“I assure you that I am the soul of honesty,” Reginald stated firmly. “And that anything that happened here tonight was c-completely above b-board!”

Reginald was beginning to shiver. Not surprising considering the temperature was only a couple of degrees above freezing.

“Above board but slightly under the water?”

Okay, I had to admit that was a good one.

Reginald tossed the man a heated glare. Probably the only warmth he could muster.

“Look, Tubby,” the officer said. “Either you tell me why you’re swimming here in the lake, fully clothed, in freezing temperatures, disturbing these nice people and their party, or I’m hauling you in on suspicion.”

“S-s-suspicion of w-w-what?” Reginald managed through chattering teeth.

“Idiocy!” the officer barked.

Yup. The patience had worn through.

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