OK, I admit I was at the house. I was just passing and saw the door open and popped in. And yes I ate the porridge and may have accidentally broken one of their lousy chairs.
Sure they were a bit angry when they came back and caught me napping in the kid’s bed, and we may have exchanged a few heated words, but you’ve got to believe me, Inspector, when I left that place they were all very much alive.
I’m telling you, as God is my witness, I know nothing about any poisoned pizza and three dead bears.
A 100-word story for this prompt at Friday Fictioneers.