Sparks fly in the court room

Sparks fly in the court room
The rain had poured down all week long, the last thing that Mr. Ketchup

Needed was to be cooked up in the courtroom. He promised to be a witness for  

His friend scapegoat too days earlier.   The courtroom looked jam packed with people.  Mr. Ketchup

Friend   looked rather worried in the dock yard.  Mr. Ketchup owed Scapegoat a  

Favor He  wasn’t  sure  if his  testimony  would  help.  10am and the judge walked

in.    “Court all rise.”
Mr. Ketchup knees began to tremble and his face looked like he’d seen a ghost.  He was summoned to the witness stand one by one the questions begun.
One by one the questions began.
“On the day, in question were did Mrs.  Scapegoat move the offending item.”
Mr. Ketchup began to stutter out the words slowly.
“The bin lay upside down on the curb, Mr. Ketchup said rather nervously.
“Then perhaps you could explain, “Why, the offending item was found burnt to a cinder.”
“Please me Lord; I Haven’t got a clue as to why it got there in that state.”
“Are you aware of the penalty of withholding vital evidence?”
“No; me Lord I don’t, replied Poor Mr. Ketchup.”  
“Then perhaps   we better begin again.”
“How did the bin end up being burned to a cinder?”
“I am afraid I put out some hot coal from my fire and it must have caught fire.”
“Now we are getting to the bottom of this story.”
“Mr. Ketchup you can now step down from the wittiness box.
Mr. Ketchup froze he wasn’t sure if he would be detained under the section act for withholding vital evidence and for wasting the courts time.
Mr ketchup shivered in his shoes and waited for the verdict.
“You have been found not guilty, of the charge made against you  are free to go Scapegoat.

Mr Ketchup   stood patiently waiting for his friend   Scapegoat   Soon   it was getting pretty dull outside. Mr Ketchup    was anxious to get back home before the rain  
Started  pouring down.   His memory was short lived, when the  police officers  arrived to  arrest  him from  withholding vital  evidence  Mr  ketchup  began  to whimper while  being dragged  to the police cell.
Whatever  are we going to do with you Mr ketchup.