Like fine, flowing ribbon

Saturday.

Shortly after clearing the debris field, with all oddments secreted away, the one called J -- leaving momentarily, seeking refreshment -- returned to find his quarters strewn with bands of tissue, culminating with a portion of the material wrapped around a short, cardboard cylinder:

Due to initial, high amusement, J was briefly considered shenanigan formenter but it quickly grew clear he just thought it was a really good gag.

Our sleuthing intuition fully inflamed, we referenced our BrainPal's catalogue of known TP trail organisms, exactly noting the disorderly dame through the adjacent door that topped the list.

She blamed a dog.

That prospect wasn't inconceivable and two such creatures were proximate. Both had disseminated trails of various composition and the large, hairy one was at the time, laying a new trail of clear, slimy goo across the hardwood floor. There were several entries on his record of incidents beginning in the lower levels, wherein the creature snared the end of the cottenelle, bounded through the portal, up the stair and throughout the upper levels. A live action image of such an event severed my thoughts. It was hillarious and also fouling.

We challenged the Riley but he stayed silent, even dozing off during the grilling and demonstrating so cadaverous an interest to our worries that we began to reconsider the tack of our inquisition.

We retreated. Too embarrassed by our too hasty accusation and lack of substantiation to admonish the Riley for his blatent, remorseless assault against the hardwood.

Back in J's quarters we noted the lack of randomness associated with a Riley and felt silly for our actions. The trails of paper graced principally the Air's hockey table and was laid nicely with fine repitition and purpose. The obvious work of an individual with superior intellectual ability.

We'd been duped.

New evidence in hand, back we were before the devilish pixie. She, often prone to devious manipulation and random acts of hilarity, demonstrated a high level of hostility towards not only our questioning but also the mandate against debris filled quarters. The Ari fired off several rounds of vicious glares and added a pointed green tongue as punctuation.

We presented our evidence to the resident arbiter and the Ari was fined 60 sweetish fish.

Tasty.