“Mr Adams, could you please tell me what 672 Marijuana plants were doing at your residence in Winpole Street?”

“Well, you see yerroner, I was growin’ em for best in show.”

“Best in show?”

“Yessir, for the county fair, the person who grows the biggest strawberry gets a prize, and I figured the more plants the better chance of geting a winner.”

“And were your suspicions raised at all when no strawberries were produced by any of the plants?”

“Nossir, I believed they were constantly on the edge of sprouting forth some of the largest strawberries you’ve ever seen, if anything I found their lack of strawberries encouraging sir.”

“And what did you think when people gave you money for these plants?”

“I thought they wanted to grow some strawberries of their own sir, I’m always willing to support a fellow enthusiast.”

“Why did you ask the arresting officer to drive past Burger King on the way the cells?

“I hadn’t had my tea yet sir, and I was mighty hungry.”