A Little Story

After 4 days of being plagued by dreams of a farmer putting a
firebrand on my back, I finally slept like a little baby. Next morning
after arriving at the crime scene of a homicide, I did all the
customary procedures, but couldn’t help but notice the unscathed body
of the victim. This was quite unusual, because usually, I had the
evidence of death available right there, laying on the floor. The
victim was the president, or that’s what they called him.