Elber Door. Hey, Till. I got the ladder. I can get your glider off the roof now.
Till. It’s okay, Dad. I already got it.
Elber Door. What? How’d you get it down?
Till. It flew down by itself?
Elber Door. What, did the wind pick it up?
Till. I don’t think so. It just stayed in the air and then flew down to my feet.
Elber Door. Do you mean it hovered there in the sky?
Till. It did.
Elber Door. Did your uncle come by?
Till. Uncle Gert?
Elber Door. He’s here isn’t he?
Till. No, he’s not here. I didn’t see him.
Elber Door. Go back into the house.
Till. Why?
Elber Door. Just go. Now. And tell Mom to get me my rifle.
Till. What are you going to do to Uncle Gert?
End. Distraught Misconstruction
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