The man chasing me is brandishing a
big stick.
He's dressed in a suit made of animal skins and has a blackened face
topped by a helmet adorned with goat horns.
When he gets close enough he roars
and throws a bag of ash over me.
A little girl scrambles, crying, on to the
flat roof of her home.
She is frightened of the man with the big stick.
I know
how she feels.
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