12 short detective stories (and their takeaway)

The stories are relatively short stories, which narrate some plot or situation. Normally the stories "hide" a final moral, that is, a learning to unravel, full of values.

In this article you will find a selection of short detective stories, along with its moral (a kind of final learning or reflection). Many of them are ideal to explain to the little ones.

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Selection of short detective stories (and explanation of their moral)

Here we leave you the list of the 12 short police stories and their moral. As you will see, many of them tell fantastic and fictitious stories, with which to spend a very entertaining and entertaining time.

They tell stories of policemen, thieves, citizens of towns with strange names… And they transmit values ​​such as justice, companionship, humility, generosity… Don't miss them!

1. The strange case of the hug thief

“Once upon a time there was a thief so strange that all he wanted was a hug. That's why they called him the hug thief. But since stealing hugs is not a crime, this curious thief kept doing his thing.

The hug thief went out into the street every day, ready to get in the middle of any couple of people who were hugging. But it was so annoying that people tried not to touch each other in public, just in case.

The hug thief didn't like this, so he had to find a solution. What the hug thief did when he couldn't get into one was rob an establishment full of people. He didn't care if it was a bank, a supermarket or a hospital.

The hug thief would enter the chosen place with a truncheon and say:

-This is a robbery! Open your arms if you don't want to get a good blow!

And people spread their arms. And the hug thief went one by one looking for a hug until he heard the sirens and ran away, happy and glad to have found so many hugs in a little while.

One day the chief of police decided that it was time to stop this wave of absurd robberies. But he couldn't stop the hug thief, so he thought of a solution.

The chief of police gathered a group of volunteers and told them of his plan. It seemed fine to all of them and they took action.

The police chief put up a stand on the street with a huge sign that read: "Free Hugs." One volunteer would hug many other volunteers to get the hug thief's attention.

When the hug thief saw that he was running, happy to be able to hug someone without disturbing.

"If you want, you can replace me whenever you want," said the volunteer who gave him the hug. -Yes, yes please!

And that's how the hugging thief allowed the people of the city to be disturbed, who gratefully stopped by the free hugging booth so that the thief would be entertained and happy. "

Moral

Although a hug is an act of affection, it is not correct to do it to strangers who may not want it. Sometimes it is best to ask and make sure that this act of love will be well received.

2. Abandoned house

“We were always going to play at that house. We liked the feeling of being on no man's land. No, it wasn't really a house, just a reflection of what it had once been: a few walls that fought against time and resisted oblivion. A building whose roof had already collapsed years ago and lacked windows and doors.

We liked to sit in what we said was the living room and pretend that we were in another era. Huemul would sit on a stone, which was an immense armchair next to a lamp, and he would begin to read all kinds of stories.

He read them aloud and I listened very carefully because I was too young to read. I liked his voice and his stories so much!

One afternoon when we arrived at our shelter, a plastic cordon with huge letters completely surrounded it, and a lot of policemen surrounded our beloved walls. An agent was sitting on the couch but instead of reading, he was looking at the floor and jotting down something in a notebook while some of his colleagues painted red circles on the walls.

We got closer, who had invaded our house? They pushed us out. We were children and we couldn't be there.

We explained to them that we lived there, that we spent our afternoons in those walls and that if something had happened with that house, we should know about it.

"Maybe we can even help them," Huemul had said boldly.

The policeman looked at us with a spark of irony in his eyes as he questioned us.

"Do you know a man who calls himself Gago Cafu?"

That name sounded familiar to us, but we did not really know when, where or why we had heard it.

"I don't know, maybe if he lets me see it, I can answer him." Where is he or what has he done? - I was increasingly surprised by the courage with which my friend was able to face this situation.

They didn't tell us. We should go and not go back there. Finally we left because they threatened to shoot us and scared to death I got Huemul to reconsider and realize that he was playing with fire.

We were several days, perhaps months, without returning home. One afternoon we decided that enough time had passed and that we could return to our refuge. We did so.

There were no policemen, no cordons, no traces of paint on the walls. We only found a sitting man who introduced himself as Gago Cafu and asked us to share that place with him because he had nowhere to go.

Since then, every time we go home we meet him and Huemul reads stories for both of us: Cafu doesn't know how to read either. "

Moral

Sometimes it just takes time to understand the things that, at a given moment, we could not understand. Sometimes patience opens a great door to understanding.

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3. The mysterious thief of thieves

“El Caco Malako, he was an expert in the art of stealing. Nothing resisted him and he was so good at his job that he had never been captured. His quiet life was cut short one day, when one night, he discovered that someone had entered his house.

Much to his regret, he decided to seek help from the police, to find the brave man, who had been able to rob him in his own house.

From that day on, he became suspicious of all the neighbors, who, perhaps aware of his robberies, had decided to take revenge. But nothing happened in a few days, so Malako thought it would never happen again.

Unfortunately for the Caco, they robbed him again, helped by the darkness of the night. With no other solution, he had to return to the police, who, given his stubbornness, installed a video camera in his house to identify the thief, in case he returned home.

Something that happened again a few nights later. Thanks to the camera, the police were able to find out who the culprit was and alerted our Caco to identify his thief.

When the video began to work, Caco Malako was very surprised, the thief of his house was himself. Some nights, he would wake up sleepwalking and hide all the objects in his house, along with those that he had been stealing over time. "

Moral

The moral of this police tale is that all our actions have consequences, and that sometimes our own enemy is ourselves.

4. Invisible walls

“Officers Roberto Andrade and Ignacio Miranda went to a small house located in an upper-middle-class neighborhood of the city.

They were assigned to investigate within it, because they were investigating a huge tax fraud, product of the corruption that some members of the city council had perpetrated.

At around six in the afternoon, the police arrived at the house. They brought with them a court order that allowed them to enter whatever the circumstances.

To begin, Andrade and Miranda knocked on the door. No one answered. They played again and heard footsteps. A pretty old lady opened the door for them. The police officers kindly explained the situation and the reasons why they had a search warrant to enter the house.

The lady understood the situation although she explained to them that she had no relationship with the people investigated and that she did not know them. Either way the officers had to enter, something the lady accepted.

Subsequently, the two policemen began to search the house. The old woman told them that they would not find anything, since she was the only one who lived in that house since she was widowed. However, at no time did he interrupt police work.

"It seems that we are not going to find anything, Ignacio," Roberto Andrade told him. “There is no evidence of hidden money, as investigations indicated. I think this is a fiasco, ”he replied.

Finally, the officers went out into the large backyard of the house, which was also a garden with many trees.

"Do you remember that Mr. Vallenilla, one of those investigated in the plot, is a bonsai lover?" Miranda asked Andrade. -Certainly. It's true.

Miranda made that comment while she pointed to a part of the garden full of bonsai, of all kinds. The bonsai were arranged in rows. Each of them had bonsai of one kind.

In one there were small orange trees, in the other there were small lemon trees, and so on. One of the rows that stood out the most was that of bonsai trees that looked authentically Japanese. In fact, there were several of these rows.

"Shall we dig?" Andrade asked. "Of course," Miranda replied.

Although they had no tools to dig in the ground, the policemen began to poke around the places where the bonsai were planted by hand.

"I think I'm touching something firm," Miranda gushed. -Very well!

Indeed it had been. It took them a couple of hours to dig up a whole large box that was sealed on all four sides.

"Now the challenge is to open it," Andrade said.

Although it was quite complicated, thanks to a hammer that the policemen got, they managed to break one of the sides of the box.

With great patience, they were getting rid of a large part of the surface of the box to be able to open it. In no time they had been able to open it.

-Well done! They intoned in unison. Inside the box were thousands of garter-wrapped bills of various denominations. It was found that money was hidden inside the house.

The officers carried the box into the house and noticed that there was no sign of the old woman who had opened the door for them. They did not give importance to this fact and they prepared to leave. When they tried to do it, something unlikely happened, which Andrade and Miranda undoubtedly would never have expected.

"There is an invisible wall!" Miranda exclaimed.

The police officers were able to open the door of the house without any problems and could see the outside of the house. However, they couldn't get out!

-I do not understand what is happening! Andrade yelled.

Suddenly, the sweet old woman appeared with a Machiavellian look, pointing a gun at them.

"They won't be able to get out!" This house is protected with a system that activates an electromagnetic field that blocks all its entrances.

Quickly, Andrade started to pull the gun from him, when he realized he was missing. Miranda did the same.

"You are so foolish that you took your weapons off when you were digging up the box!" Cried the old woman.

The cops were shocked. They did not know what to do. They were aware that the old woman had taken them hostage.

"Put down the box and run, if you want to live!"

The two policemen looked at each other in a conspiratorial way and dropped the box. They immediately started running outside the house.

"We can't tell about this at the police station," Andrade said. "Of course not," Miranda said. "

Moral

Sometimes people are not what they seem, so it's better do not trust prejudices and stereotypes, since age or clothes, for example, do not mean anything. In professions like police, it is better to "distrust until proven otherwise."

5. A thief of customs

“Don José had a grocery stall in a busy area of ​​Mexico City.

It was the trade most requested by the residents of the area and the inhabitants of the nearby towns. People came to buy their fresh meat, their fish, legumes, eggs, and other products.

Everything was going well that Thursday, November 6, 2019, just as it had happened in the last 20 years since the establishment was founded on October 3, 1999.

María, the cashier, collected in her usual position, a place that she occupied ten years ago and which she loved, since she interacted with the people of the city.

Each client had a different story to tell day after day, as well as their customs. Don José knew them all. Margarita liked to buy fresh fruits every Tuesday at nine in the morning, sometimes she would arrive at eight fifty-five, others at nine-five, but never outside of that 10 range minutes.

Don Pedro, for his part, liked to buy fish on Fridays at noon, but he only bought snapper, the most expensive species of all, and the man always carried about 10 kilos. That was by far the largest sale Don José made weekly for a single person.

Doña Matilde, in particular, bought chickens and melons on Tuesdays to make her special Caribbean soup for her husband. María and Don José knew about these tastes because Doña Matilde always told them every time she went.

"Today I have to make my chicken soup with melons, my special soup that my husband loves," Dona Matilde was heard every time she arrived.

Like these characters, hundreds, even thousands a week passed by. Now, that Thursday something happened that had never happened in the history of that place, in its two decades of existence: they got in to rob.

Although there was not much damage, the losses were considerable, especially because they were stolen the most expensive, ten kilos of snapper from the refrigerator, just the amount that Don used to buy Peter; chickens, melons and all the fresh local fruits.

In addition to that, the cash register was empty in its entirety, there was not a penny left, nor did the gold garments that Don José was hiding in his office appeared, which amounted to about $ 15,000. Perhaps the strangest thing is that the security cameras were completely disabled.

Strangely, Don Pedro did not attend to buy ten kilos of snapper from him on Friday, which he missed. much to María and Don José after the police collected all the evidence in the area of ​​the crime.

"How strange that Don Pedro didn't come, right?" Said Maria to Don José. —Yes, very strange, Maria, especially because in addition to the clothes, the fish that he likes was missing, and in the amount that he normally takes.

The investigations continued the following week, but things got even more mysterious. It turns out that the following week neither Margarita nor Matilde went to buy, just the clients who bought fresh fruits, chickens and melons.

Don José and María were even more surprised.

After three weeks of the regular customers not attending, the police arrived at the establishment with an arrest warrant for Maria.

"But what is it? What are they doing!" Said the cashier. —María, María, you were very evident, look at sending your cousin to recommend other businesses to my clients so they didn't come just those days and take what they liked, it was a good move. That could confuse everyone, and in fact, you did. You only failed in one thing, one little thing, ”Don Pedro said as they handcuffed whoever his cashier was.

"What are you talking about? I'm innocent, I've been your friend and employee all this time!" "Yes, and in all that time I studied you, as well as you studied me." I know about your going to Brazil tomorrow, an old friend was the one who sold you the ticket. I notified the police and they found everything at your cousin's house. Everything is known".

Moral

Perhaps the moral of this tale is that Sometimes the people we trust the most fail us. There are things in life that we have no control over, and this is one of them. That is why it is best to live knowing that sometimes people lie and disappoint, without worrying excessively about it.

6. The fall of the liar

“Everybody knew it except John. As is customary when these things happen. Every detail was told in a different way by the gossipers of the town, big and small, tall and short, mean people without a profession who only enjoyed living by gossip and nothing more.

"John stole it, it was him," was heard from a corner; "Yes, he was the one who stole the car", was heard in the other "; "I saw him driving the vehicle at 5:00 in the morning through the gas station," they said at a table in the plaza.

It turns out that Marco's car had been stolen in front of his house at 3:50 a.m. m. two days ago, Wednesday March 5, 2003.

Everything happened in the town of La Blanquecina, a healthy town where it was not used to hearing any strange news, but people had a bad habit of being gossipy.

John got to hear on Saturday the 2nd when two boys said "There is the car robber", while pointing at him. He was surprised and went to talk to Vladimir, his barber friend.

"Hello, Vladimir, how have you been?" How's everything? John asked, in a normal tone. "Hello, John, everything is fine ..." the barber replied, with a certain irony. "Be clear, Vladimir, what is said about me in the streets?" "Won't you know?" -No, I do not know. "That you stole Marco's car, that's what they say."

Yes, as it was said at the beginning, all the town knew, except John. There was a rumor around town, the infamy that the young man had stolen Marco's car. Everything would be normal if John did not work from seven in the morning to nine at night to support his family and if he did not teach children with special needs on weekends.

Maybe that's why, because he didn't waste time gossiping, John hadn't heard they were talking about him, but, thanks to the barber, he already knew.

There in the barbershop he and Vladimir talked for a long time. John had some contacts with a police officer who knew about computer espionage and managed to connect the dots until he reached the one who started the talk. On Monday, just five days after the gossip against John began, police knocked on Marco's door with a search warrant.

-What happens? Why are they doing this to me? Am I the victim? Marco said as they put the handcuffs on him. "We know everything, nothing is ever deleted from the internet," the policeman told him. "And what do they accuse me of?" —In infamy against John Martínez, fraud against an insurance company and collaboration in a crime of auto theft.

Inside the man's computer they found a conversation with a subject where they negotiated the price for parts of the car that had supposedly been stolen days ago.

In addition, they got more than $ 20,000 in cash at the table, money for which Marco's car was insured. Outside the house was waiting for John and almost all the neighbors, who did not hesitate to apologize to the man for the damage they did to his name. "

Moral

Another story whose moral refers to the importance of telling the truth, since it always ends up coming to light. It will be true what they say that "lies have very short legs." Another lesson we learned from this story is that rumors are not always true (In fact, most of the time they contain more lies than truths).

7. The death of the bishop

“At the main police station in the small town of Torreroca, detective Piñango received news of a death that had shocked a large part of the city. The bishop of the city's Major Basilica had died under strange circumstances.

Father Henry was well liked by the community. Its members highlighted their constant altruistic work on behalf of the population, in addition to their ability to integrate the different beliefs of the people.

Detective Piñango received the autopsy report, which indicated that Father Henry had died suddenly, but that there was no evidence of murder. This report was signed by the coroner Montejo, a recognized professional of great prestige in Torreroca.

However, Piñango was suspicious.

"What do you think, González?" The detective asked her co-worker. "Indeed detective, there is something that sounds strange."

Piñango and González then agreed to move to the parish house, where the priest resided. Although they did not have a warrant to enter, the policemen broke into the home.

"What are all these figures, Piñango?" González asked, incredulous of what he saw. “Without a doubt, they are Buddhist images. Buddha is everywhere - he answered. "But was Father Henry not a Catholic?" González questioned. "I understood that."

Detective Piñango found the presence of a small vial beside the priest's bed extremely suspicious. On the packaging it said it was a few drops of sandalwood.

Piñango took the bottle away to analyze it at the police station. The results were unmistakable: what the vial contained was arsenic, but who could have killed Father Henry? All doubts fell on the Buddhist community of Torreroca.

Piñango and González approached the shop of Buddhist products that is located diagonally to the Plaza Mayor. When they got in, the salesgirl got in the back to get something, but she didn't come back. Piñango noticed and went out into the street, where a persecution began.

-Stop! You do not have an escape! She yelled. In a matter of minutes he managed to capture the manager.

The woman who tended the Buddhist shop went by the name of Clara Luisa Hernández. She quickly, after her arrest, she confessed to her crime.

It turns out that Clara Luisa, a married woman, had a romantic relationship with Father Henry. He told her that she no longer wanted to continue with it and she decided to assassinate him. "

Moral

Although sometimes there are things that seem very obvious or very clear, it does not hurt to make sure of them, And more in the police field!, since through the investigation many things come to light.

8. The fastest arrest of Punta de Piedras

“That day Pedro was going to his work, as usual, clicking his device with his right hand. geolocation and seeing in her mind every change of the place she knew like the back of her hand: her neighborhood of him.

Yes, as you can understand, Pedro was blind, and there would be nothing strange about it if he were not the only blind policeman in Punta de Piedras. However, as he was blind from birth, she never needed his eyes, her other senses were always enough to locate her: his taste, her smell, her hearing and his touch. He was the youngest of four siblings and the only boy.

Pedro not only remembered people by the way he spoke, but also by the typical noise they made when walking, by the smell of his skin and his breath, or by the touch of his hands (in the case of men) and cheeks (in the case of women) at the time of greet.

The man fully knew his entire town, the location of each tree and each house and each building, as well as the location of each grave in the cemetery.

The policeman also knew when the ships and ferries arrived and when they left in the port, some he already knew from memory for the schedules and those not, he identified them by the sound of their chimneys and trumpet sounds individuals.

The device that Pedro had in his hand, which produced a hollow sound like a click, allowed him to locate cars and people, as well as any other new object on the road.

Of the rest, the man knew each place in his town and the distances from him in long steps, short steps, backwards, zigzag, to jogging or running, he even knew the distances in strokes, swimming, because since he was a child he learned to swim on the beach of his his people.

If someone did not know Pedro, they would not even find out that he was a blind man in his town, especially since he never wanted to use a cane. In fact, his own friends sometimes forgot that he was blind, because, in reality, he did not appear to be.

The villains respected and feared him, and he was not in vain. Pedro, the blind cop, had the best record for capturing criminals in town. He caught them running or swimming, he disarmed them with special karate techniques. And, well, to complete Pedro's qualities, he was uncomfortable with weapons, he never used one in his life.

The patrols accumulated in front of the scene of the events that Monday, April 1, 2019. It was nine o'clock in the morning at the Iván Jewelry store, just in front of the port, from where most of the boats left for the mainland.

"What happened, boys?" Who tells me? Let me pass! Said Pedro when he reached the scene of the crime and made his way among the onlookers. "It was a robbery, they took Esther Gil's diamond and Gloria's pearl necklace, the most expensive jewels in the state," replied Toribio, Pedro's police colleague. "Okay, let me analyze everything," Pedro said, approaching the case with the broken glass from which they extracted the jewels.

The man bent down, picked up two crystals and ran his fingers along the thin edge, brought them to his nose and sniffed them deeply and then put them in his mouth and savored them. His friends were already used to his quirks and strange things, but the townspeople never stopped being amazed at everything he was seeing.

Pedro stopped without saying anything, he made his way between his friends and the crowd of people while a tear he sprouted from his cheek and stood next to his sister, who was there watching everything like him. rest. The blind man took Josefa's hand (that's what her older sister was called) and immediately handcuffed her.

"Take her away, boys, everything is in her house with her husband," said Pedro, very sad. "What are you doing, Pedro!" What is this! Said her sister, screaming and surprised. "If you thought I wouldn't give you up for being my sister, you're wrong." At least you would have had the grace to wash your hands before coming with your husband to do this crime. Yes, they still smell like the fish my mother gave them yesterday. And yes, the cut of the glass corresponds to the knife that your husband always carries and the crystals taste like the sweat of your hands, said Pedro, then shut up and left.

The policemen immediately went to Pedro's sister's house and corroborated everything he said, and They arrived just at the moment when Martín, Josefa's husband, was preparing everything to leave in his boat with the jewels".

Moral

I have several morals; the power of the senses is undeniable, and sometimes you don't have to have all your senses at work to discover amazing things. The other moral is that the law is the law, and that it does not understand from family or friends, since whoever does it, pays for it (or so it should be).

9. The police bird

“There was once a policeman named Filomeno. Filomeno had a very cunning and cunning bird that he had trained for years. In fact, the bird always had the cage open and went in and out when he wanted.

One day, thieves broke into Filomeno's house. The thieves were so silent that the experienced police officer did not even know of their arrival. Not so the bird, which immediately came out of his cage, chirping as if it were a magpie, and pecking at the thieves to get them to leave.

Filomeno got up immediately, but he did not get to see the robbers fleeing down the stairs in terror.

"My bird, you are coming to work with me at the police station tomorrow," Filomeno said.

The bird was very happy. He would be the world's first police bird.

When the other policemen saw Filomeno arrive with the bird on his shoulder, they couldn't believe it. Before long they began to make jokes and make fun of Filomeno. Even the police dogs laughed, in their own way, when they saw the little bird.

-Don't worry, little bird, you'll have time to prove how wrong all these smartass are.

That same day there was a robbery in a shopping center. The security guards had closed the building and the thieves were trapped.

But the mall was big. It was dangerous for thieves to be there. You had to be quick and catch them. But no one knew where the thieves had gotten to. The dogs entered, but failed to find any of the ruffians.

"It's your turn, little bird," Filomeno said.

The little bird flew off and went into the mall. After a while he came out and began to chirp very loudly. Filomeno followed him, along with two other policemen, who reluctantly went after him.

In a few minutes, Filomeno and his companions were taking the robbers out in handcuffs. The little bird had found them very well hidden. Some came out well pecked, because he had tried to escape.

That day they decorated Filomeno and also his bird, who became part of the squad on his own merit.

"Never let anyone laugh at you because of your size, little bird," Filomeno told him. That to do big things you don't have to be big. "

Moral

Never underestimate your capabilities, even if you are too short, too tall, too much whatever... We all serve for something, The interesting thing is to find our ability!

10. Woody, the pillow maker

“Many years ago, an old man named Woody lived in a small village. Every morning, he would carry a sack full of goose feathers from some friends' farm because he was dedicated to making comfortable pillows and cushions that he sold in the market. He made them in all colors and sizes. Small for baby cribs, sturdy for children who made pillow fights, and flexible for people who liked to sleep hugging the pillow. His creations were famous all over the world. But one day suddenly, people stopped buying them.

The old man, desperate and without understanding anything, wanted to find an answer. He asked an elderly neighbor who told him that an envious and very lazy young man named Pancracio had decided to sink the reputation of the poor manufacturer of pillows and cushions. His idea was to build a large factory in which machines would do the work.

"Artisan work does not give enough benefits," said the young man defiantly.

What happened was that, although the young man's pillows were cheaper, they were not made with the care and dedication of the old man's and people did not buy them. So he paid a lot of money to the town newspaper to spread the hoax that the old man's pillows were full of bed bugs and fleas.

People, as it was a very famous newspaper, believed the lie almost without question. Even the city council sent a disinfection company to the old man's workshop. The young man had taken care, the night before the inspection, to fill everything with fleas. Sadly, and without him being able to do anything to prevent it, the pillow workshop was closed to the old man. What the young man did not count on was that the old man's assistant was a lover of astrology.

That night, he had set up a camera to record an upcoming lunar eclipse. He made a mistake and, instead of aiming the objective for the street, he did it for the interior of the workshop. That was how everything was recorded. Young Pancracio could be seen opening the jars in which he carried the fleas and distributing them throughout the room. With that evidence, the police had no doubt and reopened the elderly Woody's workshop. Since he was not spiteful, he had no problem hiring the young man in his workshop. "

Moral

The moral of this story has to do with forgiveness, with the importance of running away from resentment and forgiving people who have failed us, to be able to heal our hearts and live in peace.

11. The killer apple

"This story happened in a town called San Pedro de los Vinos. The town was certainly saddened because the chief commissioner, Ernesto Perales, had recently passed away unexpectedly.

Some of her companions, but, they had doubts about this death. One of them, Alicia, was asking the others: Do you see it normal? I don't believe that she died sleeping. Here is a cat locked up. Another colleague, Daniela, cut him off “Let him rest in peace! She died sleeping. Carmen, another colleague, did not understand that version either.

Luckily, just before burying him, they did an autopsy. Perales was a heavy consumer of apples. To the surprise of many, they found apples inside! But those apples weren't normal: they contained poison, no more and no less than cyanide.

Daniela had recently given birth to a boy who looked a lot like Perales. No one had suspected that this was her son, but it was! Finally Daniela confessed to her crime of passion and was arrested.

Moral

The truth always comes to light, no matter how hard we try to get it out of our lives. That is why it is always better to act with the truth by hand, because the truth may hurt once, but the lie hurts every day without knowing it. "

12. The worst detective in the world

“Don Teodoro has just arrived at the Villatranquila police station, the city with the fewest crimes in the country. Don Teodoro had been assigned there in the hope that he would stop messing up with his investigations. And it is that Don Teodoro not only did not solve any mystery, but that he messed things up even more.

At first Don Teodoro was happy in his new job. Although there was not much to do, Don Teodoro was always busy, investigating anything that could be suspicious, checking the traffic lights to make sure that nobody was jumping them and things So.

Everything went well for a while, until Don Teodoro began to get bored. And then the problems began. One day he came to the police station to denounce the owner of a dog who did not collect his pet's excrement. Don Teodoro ended up fining the lady for not respecting animal rights.

Another day a man went to the police station to report that there was a fault in the fire hydrant that was right in front of the police station. Don Teodoro arrested the man, accusing him of having broken the fire hydrant himself.

On another occasion, one of the boys called him because a lady had fallen in the street and she did not even know who she was. Don Teodoro locked up the boys because he was sure that they had thrown the lady to the ground while trying to steal her bag.

Villatranquila was in chaos. No one wanted to appear at the police station or call to give warnings, fearful of ending up in jail or with a fine.

The mayor, very concerned, called the police headquarters to tell what was happening. It seems that no one was surprised there, but they did not give a solution either. Then the mayor had an idea. He called Don Teodoro and made the following proposal:

-What do you think of becoming the new writer of mystery stories of the city period? We need people with imagination and knowledge, and I don't know anyone better than you at that.

Don Teodoro loved the idea. He quit his detective job and took the job as a writer. That was really wonderful, because he was finally able to unleash all the ideas that crossed his mind. "

Moral

Perhaps a phrase that summarizes the moral of this story is the following: "We all serve for something, but not all serve for the same." It's not easy to find our own place (at a professional level), so the key is to try different things until you find it.