One foggy night in New York there was a murder.

They didn't know the dead man's name. He was forty years old. He was stabbed six times and shot twice. The man's mother cried and cried. They went to his funeral.

They cried and cried again.

The funeral was over and they left.

A mother* passed. One foggy night a man came up out of a swamp. He was all mushy and drippy like oatmeal. There were two people walking around the swamp.