Someone Ate My Doughnut

It was a maple cream, the best kind. I was saving it for last, because it's the best. All day in class I thought about my doughnut, and when I returned to the Math Club, I discovered it missing.

After a brief investigation, I was able to pin the blame squarely on two people: Andrew, who offered the doughnut to someone else, and the someone else who ate the doughnut. Since I don't know the someone else who ate the doughnut, I transfered her blame onto Andrew, and left a strongly-worded voice message for him.

Andrew has agreed to buy me two more doughnuts to compensate, as well as a great big chocolate apology cake.