Lie

"Nobody really. I am just a hiker and got lost," John said, hoping to make up a believable story on the spot.

The lady snorted. "Right, and I'm the queen of England. Try again, buster. I don't take too kindly to trespassers on my land." With this, she raised her shotgun even higher.

"I'm telling you the truth. I am lost. If you want me to leave, I would only be too happy to leave," he replied.

"Or maybe I can wait for my husband to return and have him interrogate you. He can get all the answers I need," she retorted. "Let's go."

John had ****. She led him to her house and once inside, ordered him to sit down at the kitchen table. The phone rang and she answered it. John could hear surprise in her voice as she talked. Finally, she hung up and turned to face him.

"Well, well, well, Mr. It seems you have quite a reward out on you. Are you a fugitive? Doesn't matter. What shall we do with you?"