Blueberry clue...

There once lived a girl.  She was smart, tall and she loved to laugh.  Each night, she spent hours, under the covers reading Encyclopedia Brown and Nancy Drew books.  More than anything, she wanted to solve the mystery before the last page.  She wished she was as smart as Encyclopedia or Nancy.  

"Why didn't I know to look for blueberry stained teeth after someone says they ate a whole pie?"

But she could never see all the clues until the mystery was solved.  

The same year that the girl read about the blueberry clue, was the same year she ate blueberry muffins for the first time.  They were warm and soft, and very delicious. 

She would wait until each boy and girl, sitting at the tiny round table had a muffin, then she would slowly peel back the paper and run her tongue across the muffin top, hoping she could taste the blueberries from the outside.  She knew that once she bit into it, it would soon be gone.  So she bit into it, and like she imagined, it was gone.  Every crumb, down her tummy. 

After snack, the teacher pulled up a tiny chair at sat with them.  She had a big book open in her lap.  She told a story about a man who loved the outdoors and wore sandals and a robe, even outside the house.  Then she told them that he had died, but he wasn't dead anymore.  She said he knew the little girl, and he had a gift for her.  

She liked gifts.

The teacher said that the little girl could tell the man about the stuff she was worried about, like the time she stole a Twinkie from the lunch cubby and told the principal a bold faced lie about Bobby Whittaker doing it.  He got whooped bad that day.  

The teacher said that the man wanted to forgive her for everything bad she had ever done, and she didn't have to be scared about it because, whatever punishment the girl deserved, he would take it for her.  She had never known anyone willing to take a punishment for someone else.  Why in the world would anyone do that?

The teacher said the man in the robe wanted her to live in paradise with a bunch of other people who loved her, forever and ever and ever.  And nobody would ever be sad in that place.  

The girl took the gift that day, but she didn't open it.  Like the blueberry stories, she didn't see the clues yet.