Don't Argument - Trust the duck

They had to get rid of the odd one out. The people in the village shouted and cheered and had called in the spiritual in a brown habit to fight the evil with prayer. He stood devoutly with folded hands on the bridge that had been laid over the duck canal. He creaked terribly when the cleric raised his arms and said: give me a sign, is this man 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 it is written in the book 'How to expose the devil's brood with ducks'.

Give us a sign, oh wisest of the wise, roared the cleric who no longer looked so peaceful. A crazed smile was on his face.

The accused begged for mercy, even though he knew it was futile.

A duck flew over. What would the bird do? Perch or fly past?

The sign from heaven that was requested was brought. With a clatter, a green bat fell on the cleric's head.

The duck has spoken, the man roared, he is a deceiver, Satan's friend!

The people ran frantically towards the saint. The duck has spoken, trust the duck, he is never wrong.

The duck settled in the water and ignored the hertie bomb. The incited people had long forgotten the man who started it all, but still had their desired witch hunt for the man in a habit who fled before getting any further than the city pump.

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22-2-2024