Pa7uL wrote:now i got some hard evidence...
Ohhh, hard evidence, is it???
Let me picture the scene: A hooded figure stands tall in a dark corner, his face obscured. "Come hither, little boy" he cackles and one long finger protudes from the cloak, its yellow nail pointed and black with dirt of some sort, beckons Paul to come forward. Oh, what a dirty fingernail that man has, thinks Paul. Must be a mechanic, he concludes.
"That short, pretty villager, the one called Esme, she is a werewolf!" growls the figure. "She must be burned, medium to well done, and left at the side of the road here with some fried onion rings and ketchup, as soon as possible! You must tell everyone! I am a Seer and I know these things!" he dribbled.
"Ah, ok then Mr. Seer. Pray, tell me, what is your name?" asks Paul, his eyes wide with admiration at this figure, for he wished he had managed to grow quite so tall but, unfortunately, stopped growing at 3ft 2". This had turned him into a bully, particularly against short people as he could see them better than tall people.
The Seers eyes narrowed and for an instant Paul felt the hairs on the back of his short neck stand up. Then the Seer laughed, well, it was more of a cackle, and he said "This you do not need to know, boy! Just do as I say or the villagers will be sorry!". As the self-proclaimed Seer turned to go, he coughed from deep within his throat and spat out what looked like a ball of fur....
Paul skipped happily down the road, thinking of his new friend Mr Seer, and how he must tell the villagers about what he had said and how Esme was a nasty werewolf, despite the fact she had flowers in her hair and always smelled of soap and lavender. He wondered if Mr Seer would like some mustard with the ketchup, onion rings and charred bits of Esme. He also wondered if Mr Seer had heard of dental floss and that maybe he, Paul, should give him some and gently let him know about his bad breath problem....
Well, that is evidence indeed! Columbo has nothing on you.... :roll: