Feet on corners. Statute cut. I would hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Eight pale rings on the table, none doubled, none cropped. Pale rectangle on the boards. Two rear feet planted on the two near corners, foot-width matching the wear. Two front feet lifted. Hands and forearms only, cropped at the elbow. No face. Smear where the chalk was; a few white crumbs, no sentence left.

The cause sits in the wood. The statute is gone.

I would hang it.