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The old man was a war veteran who'd heard and seen some shocking things, so he was able to handle his grandson's confession calmly as they sat on the porch together. 'Do you think he'd remember your face?' he said. 'Oh, certainly. The cameras were there, too. They got a good long look at me.' The elder's expression remained unchanged. After some thought he said, 'Where's the evidence?' 'I threw it in the river. It had blood on it.' 'Did anyone see you?' 'Probably half the town. I went out to the railroad bridge and let it fly into the water. I wound up and spun like a discus thrower and sent it spinning like a boomerang. Then I unzipped my fly and went for a whiz.' 'How did you manage to have a crowbar with you when you were in a park?' 'I always bring it with me to help me bar the door to the washroom facility if I can't hold it in until I make it to the railroad bridge.' 'Of all the times to do such things, Jonas! Didn't you see the authorities were standing right in front of you?' 'Park Rangers have a different colour uniform. It threw me off.' 'I'm surprised you got away from them.' 'After what they saw me do to that squirrel, they backed right off! It gave me time to run away.'
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Saturday, July 24, 2010
4: A Squirrelly Grandson
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