I ran across a great article today about an old man's conflicting stories about how his house burned down -- by wind-driven embers or by flaming mouse? What I find intriguing is the way he talks:
"That dang mouse crawled in there."
"I have an awful hate for those critters."
I think the real lie is the man's name. Look at the evidence: He catches a mouse and cruelly throws it into a fire -- proof-positive of an irrational hatred toward rodents. He talks like an irascible cowpoke. It's painfully obvious that this man is none other than Yosemite Sam. Sam made his first appearance in 1945, 61 years ago. Mr. "Mares" is now 81. You do the math.
