The Fire Ring Mystery
    
My name is Anisa. I was in Hawaii on vacation. I enjoyed sipping refreshing drinks, overlooking the turquoise ocean, and dancing with others, before I overheard that the priceless Fire Ring was stolen from the Museum of Hawaii History. The minute those words entered my ear, I switched myself to a mission mode.
    
When I reached the museum, I saw a gigantic and fascinating building. And the inside exhibitions were even more fantastic. When I entered a small glass dome where the Fire Ring had been displayed, I found the glass cut very smoothly. I looked around the dome for more clues; I found a tuft of orange hair and tucked it into my pocket.

I then visited the museum director. This man had the saddest expression on his face. I asked, “Can you please tell me more about the Fire Ring’s glass dome?”

He explained that the glass was very strong and only the purest diamonds could break through. I asked him about the local jewelry stores that sell diamonds.

I was about to lose hope until the last store. There, I requested to see the purest diamond.

The shop owner went to a shelf to get a little box and opened it. “THE DIAMOND! IT’S GONE!” he shrieked. Panicking, the man said, “It must be her, she stole it!”

“Who?” I asked.

“Yesterday, a woman in a flamingo-covered shirt came to my store. She demanded to see the purest diamond, just like you did,” he explained.

I couldn’t help asking, ”Does she have orange hair?”

He answered, “Yes!”

Flamingo-covered shirt and orange hair? Now I remembered. She was in the crowd dancing with me yesterday. I remember exactly what she looked like. I sprinted to the closest police station, shared all the physical features of her, and handed in the tuft of orange hair for DNA testing.

Before I woke up in my room the next morning, the police department called me to express thanks because they just caught her in the airport. Looking out of the window, the sun was rising again from Hawaii’s turquoise ocean.