Somehow the hair stands up on my neck, and veterbrate rearrange themselves. I thought someone could outgrow it, but Judge Kippatrick seemed to have a life-long effect on people like that.
I turn slowly to see the Judge stading there in his traveling suit, patience does not seem to be in abundance just now.
"I have a hearing on the far side of the County to be to," the Judge states clearly, "Imagine my confoundment as to meeting yourself," the Judge was into his hard-headed frame of mind, "So tell me, what legitamate reason do you have for being in Burdock at this time??"
"I ‘ummm," my quick-thinking isn’t working real well, "Have you seen the Weenerman?"
"The Weenerman??" Kippatrick’s eyes narrow considerably, "Now what is he into?"