Michael Corleone Sleeps with the Fishes
The town gathered around the square. They were anxious about last night's events and they looked around to see what would come of it. One man however knew who was to blame.
"That man" he said pointing to an unusually well-dressed humanoid squirrel. "He visited the deceased last night. He must be the Godfather."
"Now hold on" the man who in private was referred to as Don Corleone or "the Godfather" spoke. "I am no mafioso. I'm just a veteran. I like to play Russian Roulette."
But only some of the town believed him and before they could with draw a hammer fell and knocked him over the head.
As he came to the man looked around the crowd and realized he was on an electric chair.
"You're making a mistake" he said frantically but as he looked around he knew no one was coming to his rescue. "The Corleone family will have your heads for this"
With that the lights flickered and the room fell silent.
Mr. Squirrel-Michael Corleone-mafia Godfather has been lynched.