There was a fool in my village who was always muttering: “Rock, scissors, cloth…”
The order had to be right.
If anyone got it wrong, he flew into a rage.
One day, a body turned up in the abandoned mud-brick house beside mine.
Even I became a suspect.
When the police carried the body out, it was still wrapped tightly in coarse cloth.
But when the fool saw it, his muttering changed to: “Cloth!
Cloth!
Cloth…”
I thought I understood why his rock, scissors, cloth had to come in that order.
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