Why is the sheriff so sad?
He is sad because he lost his badge and how can you be a sheriff without a badge? You can’t. If you have a gun but no badge, you are not a sheriff, you are a cowboy. The power is in the badge, not the gun.
While assisting an elderly gentleman in bringing down boxes of Christmas ornaments from the attic, this young sheriff, unable to stay on task, spied a Christmas ornament in the shape of a star. He claimed the star for his sheriff’s badge and put it in his shirt pocket.
Unfortunately the laws of physics were not on his side and when he bent over to investigate yet another shiny object that would take him off task, the ornament badge tumbled out of his pocket and deep down into fluffy piles of blown insulation never to be seen again. It disappeared so quickly and so completely that it was almost like it had slipped into another universe.
The brave sheriff did what any brave sheriff would do. He cried.
But the elderly gentleman was crusty and offered no assistance or sympathy and probably said something like, “Sorry dude. That’s a hard lesson.”
So the brave sheriff took his sorrow to a higher power. His mother.
He found her sitting at her desk in the kitchen. When she looked up she saw big sad blue eyes looking back at her. The sheriff twisted his face in a valiant effort to hold back the floodgate of tears. The sheriff’s mother tried not to laugh and at the same time, the sight of the little broken hearted sheriff made her want to cry.
Through snotty slurpy tears and incoherent and incomplete sentences, the sheriff’s mother was finally able to piece together that he had lost his badge in the insulation and that the elderly gentlemen refused to help.
So the sheriff and his mother returned to the attic to find the badge. His mother slipped on a pair of surgical gloves, got down on her hands and knees and dug through the insulation for 30 minutes all while the sheriff leaned over her and asked about 231 times, “Have you found it yet? Have you found it? Do you think you can find it?”
But the badge was not to be found.
The sheriff mom’s reported the bad news with great sympathy.
“Oh,” he said. “That’s okay. I think I have another badge in my toy box.”