What Letter?

        “The prisoner will rise.”

        Chains at Sean’s wrists and ankles clanked as he stood to face the judge.

        “How do you plead?” Judge Witherspoon asked. He wore a curly wig that shed white powder on his black robe.

        “Not guilty, your honor.” Sean glanced about the courtroom, hoping to see a friend.

        His accuser glared back, a farmer named Paddy O’Toole.  “He stole my best milk cow.”

        “What proof do you have?” the judge asked.

        “The letter.”

        Judge Witherspoon shuffled through the papers on his desk. “What letter?”

        “Plain as day. The “C” on his forehead where Bessie kicked him.”

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