…. he had put saliva on his eyes and laid his hands on him, he asked him, “Can you see anything?”
And the man looked up and said, “I can see chicken and they look like roasted and well served dishes on the dining table along with whisky for the Easter Sunday.”
He asked the chicken, “Can you see anything?”
And the chicken looked up and said, “I can see men and they look like wolves, walking with fresh flesh in their mouths.”
Then he laid his hands again on their eyes. No he didn’t. He left them there on the middle of the road.
Dedicating to that wonderfool fool who wished me “Happy Good Friday”. Well, it supposed to be sad not happy you know. Never mind. Just kidding.