"She just hypnotised you," said Meta-Bill, "You're not
a bat at all."
I looked down, Meta-Bill was right. "Fancy that," I said,
"Now there's just one thing to do."
"What's that?" asked Meta-Bill.
"Burn the witch!" I cried, and a group from behind me agreed
because I could hear their murmurings; saying things like, "Yeah
all right," and such, yea.
We found the witch and we gave her a bloody good inquisition.
"Are you a witch?" was my leading question.
"No," she lied.
"Well I have a test to prove she's a witch," said a wise old
priest named Father McMichaels. "And it goes thusly, old crone,
are you a witch and no means yes and yes means yes."
"Ah," began the witch, "No."
"Ah well, you did your best," I said to the priest,
"And... wait a minute he said no means yes, she admitted she's a
witch! Burn her!"
We set up a big fire to burn her with, but one thing led to another
and I accidentally tied myself to the stake instead of her. Now I'm
getting burned.
Ho hum.
"Well Meta-Bill, I'm waiting," I warned.