Animal Psychologist

The interrogator

Anyway, it says here you've badly beaten the local grocer.

The accused

It was his own fault. I owed him only ten dollars, and every night he came into my dreams. I pleaded with him to wait till I got my wages, but he wouldn't relent. One midnight I fell into a drainpipe—the lid had been stolen by junkies, but the authorities pay no attention. He showed his arm, cast in plaster. You must be careful when you run, especially at midnight.