"What is thy name?" The sharpness in the man's voice frightened me.
"I do not recognize thee from Salem Village."
"My name?" I looked at him and trembled.
"Yes." He impatiently stamped the end of his cane on the ground. "Thy name."
"Uh...my name is..." I scanned the landscape, hoping to find an escape route to
save me from the frightening character. But I was in a big field with nowhere to hide.
"My name is Jenkins...Jenkins Towne."
"Ah." The man nodded. "The name Towne is well-known in our village.
He looked at me suspiciously. "Where art thee from, Jenkins Towne?"
The man's brow wrinkled beneath is old-fashioned hat.
I cleared my throat and faked a few coughs. Then I took off running and
didn't look back.