This story, The Demonata –Accusing, refusing, then admitting, is a story of total randomness. You don't need to read it, because I'm not letting anything that I've used in this story once, slip by again, except the characters and their location (Carcery Vale, Dervish' house etc.).
That's why you'll feel a bit confused when you've finished it, and have to read it again to understand what's going on.
Here's the usual, killed-by-demons-Disclaimer.
The Demonata –Accusing, refusing, then admitting
Grubbs went downstairs to steal another cookie from the cookie-box on the top of the shelf. As he opened the fridge to get another Coke, Dervish came into the room.
"Aha! Caught you by surprise there, didn't I? It's you that have been stealing all the money from my little money piggy!"
"What the stuffed animal? I didn't steal anything! At least not your deodorants!"
Dervish didn't seem entirely satisfied by this answer. "I'll check if you did." He walked towards his nephew, and dragged down his trousers. The "Jean Paul… Jean Paul… Jean Paul… Jean Paul…" signs showed all the way around. And a rather clumsily work of handwriting showed on them. It said "Dervish". "Ha! You are the one that's been stealing my boxers! I knew it!"
Grubbs dragged on his trousers again, shamefully.
"Ok, I admit it. I am the one that's been stealing your motorbike's fuel. But I need it to feed my new rabbit! He completely loves carrots! Please, let me have some lettuces, and I won't steal anything in a while! I just need it to feed my rabbit…"
Weirdo. Cookies-Cokes-Moneys-Deodorants-Boxers-Fuel-Carrots-Lettuces…
Too random, isn't it?