William Blore
Three little Indian boys going to a Zoo;
a bear hugged one and then there were two
Dr. Armstrong
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three
Went back into the house and the killer pushed
off a "bear" mantle piece and it hit him on the
head.
Heard something outside and decided to investigate. Was pushed off a cliff and died.
Jugde Wargrave
Five little Indian boys going for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were four
While the rest of the survivers go to see why Vera screamed, Wargrave is shot in the head and given a wig.
Emily Brent
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five
Was sitting alone in the dinning room and was injected with Cyanide. Felt like a "bumblebee"
and heard one before she died
General Mecarthur
Mr.Rogers
Ten people are all brought
to Indian Island. All accused of different murders. Then they are all murdered after a nursery rhyme...
Eight little Indian boys travelling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six
He was sitting along the sea and was hit on the back of the head and died.
Mr. Rogers was chopping sticks for a wood heater and the "killer" cut him in the chest with and ax.
Mrs.Rogers
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
She fainted and was put to sleep. Did not wake up.
Anthony Marston
Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine
Anthony was eating dinner and while he
was laughing took a drink and was assumed to have choked.
Report by:
Nathan Waltermyer
&
James Daigneault
Philip Lombard
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun:
One got frizzled up and then there was one
Was stolen of his gun and shot in the chest.
Vera Claymorth
One little Indian boy left all alone: He went and hanged himself and then there were none.
She went into her room and hung herself
The End