And so, the procession snaked solemnly down the shadowed streets of Morklinville.
“Gonna be a hangin’ today, Eustanche?” asked one of the town’s denizens.
Eustanche spat even more solemnly than the procession had snaked earlier.
“Mmm. Seems so.” he offered.
And so it was. The even further-into-solemnity group of town’s people made their way to the gallows in the center of town.
“But, I thought we wuz hangin’ laundry today,” exclaimed one bit player with a single line.
“And so we are,” responded Mrs. Pirkle, the Mayor’s wife.
And so they did, although it was kind of tough to hand the laundry on a gallows.
Good thing they had a lot of extra clothespins.