by Miles H. Rost
Tension as thick as whipped cream.
At the Ballarat Estate, the annual charity Chess and Pie Ball were underway, and the pie competition was fierce.
15 contestants, and the time was at hand for the final results.
“The winner of the Chess and Pie competition for this year is…”
The envelope opened. The bright face of the chairwoman turned glum.
“Angus MacDonald and his Scotch Pie…for the 12th year in a row.”
Angus laughed, and started to dance his jigue.
Angus looked back, and saw Constable Barklay with handcuffs.
“The jigue is up. You were caught stealing that pie.”