Ya boi came up and said , "eat pant."
I was incredibly shocked that such a small man would say such a foul thing.
I spun on my heelies and looked at him straight in ocular lenses.
"Son, do you know who I am? Do you know what that means?"
Otmar shrunk back. With his voice trembling, he said, "eat pant. I said eat pant you uncultured swine! What a pig, I say. What a pig! You know I loved her!"
I gasped in disbelef. He continued to degrade me with such disrespect and foul language, knowing that the woman at trial was a witch. I quickly raised my powerfful fist, which caused him to start quaking in his khakis. He stood up straight and tall, still trembling, and reached out. Suddenly, he gave me a brisk slap on the face, then a crisp high five. He turned around and quietly said, "goodbye, Father. I won't let you murder my lover."
I turend around and clasped my hands together. I closed my eyes and lowered my head. In a soft whisper a said, "get out of my swamp."
He stood still.
"GET OUT OF MY SWAMP!'
He turend back once, then padded out of the great hall, slamming the door behind him.
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Written by Sarah and Hannah
