Fear Weaver

LOST AND FOUND

“Are you Philberta?” Nate asked. She answered the description he had been given.

“This little pig went to market, this little pig stayed at home.”

“Talk sense, will you?”

“This little pig had roast beef, this little pig had none.”

“Cut that out. And tell me, are you Philberta or aren’t you?”

“To be honest, sir, I’m not sure anymore.” She laughed again, a sad sort of laugh. Then she swept a knitting needle over her head and cried, “Let’s see which one of us is real!”

And with that she attacked.