If it's on some blog, I reckon it must be true

Truman! Where have you been?


I've been snooping around. Listen, we've got trouble.

Of course we've got trouble. We've been waiting here above Marge's chalet for days, yet there is no sign of her.

That's only part of the trouble. ... Remember the previous attempt we made on Marge's life right here? The rockslide that killed her two menservants?

No.

Precisely! None of us do.

But the crows assured us that we did make the attempt, but failed, and that we are here now to re-set the course of history.

So where's Marge?


Mmm. I reckon she down in that house a yonder. Hmmm.

But she was supposed to be out and about in her litter days ago when we were to drop these rocks upon her. How is it possible that something that happened once would not happen again when we revisit that moment in history?

Because it's the wrong history.

The wrong history? Explain yourself.

Remember when we went to Japan in 1868 to kill Marge?

Yes, unfortunately.

I reckon we sorta messed that up. Mmm.

If my memory serves me correctly, I believe it was Truman who prevented me from killing the demon.

Whatever. Just listen, OK? The first time we tried to dump the rocks on Marge in Japan, she got stuck in a cave with Ronan and ate him. Her life as a full-blown demon began right there. Before that she was just a demonic creature. When the crows took us back the second time ...

... according to the crows. I don't recall the first attempt.

Because you weren't born yet.

... Ronan was trapped in the cave with Karl, not Marge.

I reckon I was gonna eat that boy at the time, tho that boy never hurt nobody. Mmmm. Then that St. Michael feller come in an give me some french fried potaters. Hmmm.

It's true. St. Michael intervened. And when we rescued Karl from the cave he was alone, eating potatoes.

Exactly! St. Michael took young Ronan away. Marge never ate him. She's not a demon now, she's just a big, old, evil jerk.

And she got bad breath. Mmmm. So I reckon our work here is done.

Wrong! We didn't kill Marge and take her away from history. We changed Marge. We didn't change history, we killed history and created an alternate timeline!

Preposterous!

I wish it were. The crows wrote about it on their own blog.

So, the crows plan to kill us?

Oh my goodness. I feel feint.

If it's on some blog, I reckon it must be true.

So what shall we do?

Ever hear the expression "eat crow"? Well, I've had one already. Tasty.

I reckon we'll eat up some a them crows and then go have a talk with Marge.