A crowd had formed around the waterfall, every animal gasping in horror, shielding their eyes, and then going back for a peek at the horrible sight. A few of the town residents were crying, their eyes red, their tails wet from wiping their eyes.

Copper and Booker pushed to the front, their staffs in hand.

"What's going on here?" Copper demanded, his voice rough. "Oh my…"

He bent down by the side of the waterfall and stuck his staff into the water to try to reach the dead body that was floating, face down, in the clear blue pool. Behind him, Booker struggled to hold back the bile rising in his throat.

Copper managed to fish the body out, but with quite a bit of effort. As the body sloshed onto the ground, the crowd shifted back with a communal oh! And it set off a fresh wave of tears.

Copper slowly turned the body over to reveal the puffy, bloated face of Blathers, the museum curator.

More sobs.

Booker fainted.

Tom Nook clicked his tongue and shook his head, while his nephews whimpered in fear.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen." Booker said, slowly rising to his feet. "It looks as if we have a classic case of whodunit."