1st Mystery Ball CLOSED Jan/03

Pita finished his mounrful tunes. Who could have hated the poor princess so much to wish her harm?

He watched as Fireant walked up to the body and gently covered her with his cloak. Taking him aside, he said, "Do you think it was murder or do you think poor Maryann 's heart just gave out?"

Pita noticed the glass near her body and picked it up. He studied the glass against the lights. He could not detect any foreign smells, in particular he was sniffing for the tell-tale smell of almonds, the sign of arsnic, but there was nothing except the small hint of punch left in the glass.

Wondering if everything on the sideboard and buffet could be poisoned, he decided this was going to be a weight watcher's kind of night.