A wild man walked up on our front porch and craped what looked like a pile of blue berries and wondered back off into the wilderness. Later that summer he died alone while thinking about the moon. No one knew who he was. As it turns out he was the illegitimate child of a preacher who had fed him boric acid and taken him off into the woods to die, shortly after he was born. But he survived and learned eat wild berries. He only ever learned to say one word, bible......"bah ball".
