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[ editor's note } THE BOOK you are about to read was brought to my attention in a most unusual way. One Friday afternoon, just before closing time, I heard a scratching sound at the front door of my office. When I opened the door, there before me stood a sad-eyed, droopy-eared dog carrying a large, plain envelope in his mouth. He dropped it at my feet, gave me a soulful glance and with great, quiet dignity sauntered away. Inside the envelope was the manuscript of the book you now hold in your hands, together with this letter: Gentlemen: The enclosed story is true. It happened in this very town, to me and the family with whorri I reside. I have changed the names of the family t in order to protect them, but in all other respects, everything you will read here is factual. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is [ xi }