"Strange," said I, "but there does seem to be something rather peculiar about that lady. Would that I could put my finger on it."

"I quite agree," Jamison replied, "perhaps it is on account of her rather unruly gait. It does seem completely awkward."

"True enough," I at length conceded, "but I rather attribute the oddity to her great size....and to the fact that she has no head."

"Yes, that is unusual."

The figure's immense stature was remarkable. Upon closer perusal we determined her to be at least nine feet in height, tall even for a Hamblin woman. Had she been headed, we can only imagine what her height would have been. Our speculations were interrupted, however, when it appeared as if the woman had no intention of stopping for us.

"I do believe that crazy loon is going to run right into us, Jamison. She has rather poor eyesight or is very ill-mannered indeed."

"Hey," Jamison bellowed, "what's wrong with you lassie, can't you see we stand right before you?"

"She makes no reply. I rather think she is blind as a bat, and deaf as a doorknob. What are we to make of this?"

"Strange indeed, but I'll get her attention yet," and with that, noble Jamison began to kick her shins with great enthusiasm. "I don't expect she'll be ignoring us now," he shouted with glee.

"She says nothing still," I soon stated with amazement. "I no doubt she recognizes your presence now, yet not to speak, that is as much ill-conceived pride as I've ever seen. Come, Jamison, let us leave this wretched woman who is too good to even look or speak to us. Our time is better spent at the pond."

Jamison begrudgingly quitted his violent assault and we journeyed on as before discussing the rather strange events we left behind.

"What puzzles me the most," I ascertained is why she should carry such a large basket of fruit without eating. A more delicious collection of pears I have never seen. She is undoubtedly the most disagreeable woman in all of Fletcher."

"I quite agree, but come let's forget her, good man. I do believe I see a giant pig up on the bank of Hamblin." I rather believed Jamison's discovery merely to be a large nectarine, but I progressed without comment. Upon arrival, we were both proved wrong. It was neither a pig or a nectarine, but rather, a human head!

"If that don't beat all, Jamison. Imagine running in to a headless body and a bodiless head on the very same day."

"Yes, it is somewhat uncommon. I wonder as to what the head cries about. Perhaps she too was insulted by that horrible woman who just recently passed. I would not put it past her."

"Inconceivable!" I at length shouted. "That head sees us as plain as day, and yet she does not come over. How long must we here stand before she so much as honors what is doubtless the most basic social requirement."

"Lewis," Jamison finally responded, "I do declare we are living amongst a collection of first-class idiots. Common sense and decency left these parts long ago."