Odd

          “Paris Police!” Odd heard someone shout at the door. They kicked the door down and started to look around.

          Two men in bullet proof vests and black outfits started to look around, pointing their gun where they looked.

          Odd tried to move but the duck tape made that impossible. “Mmmmmm!”

          “Hey, wait, I hear something over here!” one of the men said.

          They walked to him and looked under the rackets hanging on the wall.

          “Odd Della Robbia?” They asked.

          Odd nodded his head and they helped him up.

          “I can’t wait to hear what happened to you.” The other one said. “And why you’re in that dress.”