Sitting up after being hanged by the neck isn’t proper.
I take some blame for being unnaturally thin, but in reality, they just didn’t hang me until I was dead.
Uncle Walter cut me down with plenty of time to spare.
In reality, I got bored of kicking when folks stopped getting excited about it.
Ole’ Doctor Gryll went on and on about it and said it was a notable miracle. Tears in his eyes, he was lifting his hands and talking to God.
Mind you that this same man said prayer didn’t fix my hernia, but oh well.
Those King’s men tiptoed around Uncle Walter and said polite words like yes sir and excuse me, and we left the town of Northwich at a pace of my uncle’s choosing.
Jabez and Jacob had told me about the montante Uncle Walter carried, but I hadn’t seen it before, but the King’s men must have.
It was nearly as long as a man was tall and my uncle carried it with one hand.
Well, Mom and dad were so happy to see me that they made me stay home for a while. I wasn’t sure if they were fitting to sell me at the market the way they fattened me up, but I wasn’t complaining.
The Preacher man came by to visit a few times and said folks were coming to church in droves. He wanted me to pray about saying a few words to the Northwich Congregation when my parents felt I was up to it, and I agreed to.