I said, “Well, bring it in. Bring the chicken house door in if you can. Can you unscrew it? Or I’ll have to come out there.” He was off in the boondocks somewhere. Well, he did bring it in. Apparently there had been a lot of charcoal around here. And whatever made that print it, it was a good cross. You would’ve called it a webbed, small, maybe a eight, 10-yeah-old’s print. But it was, it looked very human.
