As the smoke cleared, there stood an old woman in a gray sweater and
black polyester slacks with her cane raised.
"Ya durn whippersnapper...lookit what ya gone and done ta me. I oughta
bonk ya a good one wit ma cane dearie, though ah needs ya ta change ma
back."
She stared across the room at her reflection in a mirror."Lookit me-ah
am an old granny lady. Little old Tabitha Reynolds. Used ta call ma
Tabby ya know."
Indeed, her hair had gone completely white and in a short soft curly
do, her chest sagged like a couple of deflated melons, she stooped
forward slightly,and she had jowls.
"By the way, how old am ah anyway?"
"Well, it looks like you are 84 years old."
You snicker, and she notices it.
"Gimme that dag nabbit book," she says, and hits your hands with her
cane."See how you like it," She then grabs the book and...