They had to get rid of the odd one. The villagers shouted and cheered after calling a spiritual in a brown habit to fight evil with his prayers.
He stood devoutly with folded hands on the bridge that had been laid over the duck canal. It creaked terribly when the cleric raised his arms and said: give me a sign, tell us if this man is a friend of the devil. Oh lord, save your pious subjects from purgatory and do not let them be burned eternally by the spawn of devils.
The villagers roared, wailed and wanted to attack the poor man with the intention of pushing him into the duck pond as written in the book 'How to expose the devil's brood with ducks', no arguments were needed
Give us a sign, oh wisest of wise men, roared the holy one who no longer looked so peaceful. A crazed smile was shown on his face.
The accused begged for mercy, even though he knew there was no point in doing so.
A duck flew over. What would the bird do? Perch or fly past?
The sign from heaven that was requested was delivered right on the spot. With a clatter, a green bat fell on the devoted man's head.
The duck spoke, the accused one yelled, he is the deceiver, friends with Satan!
The villagers ran frantically towards the deceiver. It was true the duck had spoken. Trust the duck, he is always right, they screamed chasing after the man in the habit.
In the meanwhile the duck had settled in the water, he ignored, didn't care about what was going on.
The incited people had long forgotten the man with who it all had started, satisfied they still had their desired witch hunt for satan' man, a man in habit who fled but didn't get any further than the city pump.
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Prompts: arguments - trust the duck
22-3-2024
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