Pye turned his paw over and chewed his claws. Humph. What you think of me is none of my business.You dont know, do you?Know more than you . . . Know what?You are dead.Pye patted his paws. No, Im not. He rolled on his back and stretched, enjoying the warmth of the fire.Ive been here since 1665.Pye chuckled. You are, if I may so, in remarkably good condition. Apart from the hole in your head, missing tail, and pulmonic plague cough.Ive seen them come. Seen them go. Seem them hang around in limbo. Thats what its called when beings dont leave this Earth.Purgatory!I am responsible for many deaths, Rita said.You!?They couldnt build the graves fast enough to bury the bodies.I dont understand how a mere stump-tailed fur ball could endanger life.If I were you I'd think that. A silence followed before Rita said, I did not work alone.Oh?
