Starts slow, about a manuscript found in modern days (why this?) from a (great?) grandfather, who was a pastor, writing down the story of Good Stab.
Tricky, bit tiresome with all the names of animals, "long-legged," "dirty face"
It was my firs tstep into the darkness, Three-Persons. My first step into this long night I live in now. When I waded into the cold waters of that pond, I was walking away from my life, my swift-runner, and I could never go back, no matter how hard I tried. It's like if you tore down your dead-man-cross up there and dragged it through the street, then burned it, and made water on the ashes. Your god would leave you, then, and your whole world. That's what was happening to me, and I didn't even know it, was only thinking about a many-shots gun.
