Literature
The Old Man, the Wool, and the Feather
III. The Old Man, The Wool, and The Feather After the early dark that comes in the middle of December, the month in which we find ourselves, a scene played out in the town, a scene unseen, so to speak, for it was a stealthy thing which took place. Bundled figures hurried along the streets, rushing to be back where it was warm, meanwhile, on the rooftops, there waited a figure. The figure, which kept ever to the shadows, did not tremble with the cold, nor was it bundled against it. Had anyone been there to see, they might have caught sight of the outline of a manlike figure passing along roofs which belonged to offices. It was manlike, but it had some features distinct from you or I, being that the legs jointed curiously, arranged something like the hindquarters of a horse or goat. Like those beasts, the figure had a tail and horns upon a head with pointed ears. In short, anyone observing this silhouette might well be convinced that he had seen the devil himself on the prowl