"It sure is." I agreed, "And it won't stop doing that till you go straight!" The last I heard was Cropper shouting at me to come back, and his mother yelling at him to be quiet. A door slammed match, then everything went quiet. Since then. Cropper's been as honest as the day. He had a rough week though, before he figured out how the eyeball worked. Apparently, it wasn't interested in him as long as he stayed honest.

That was a fair deal eye reckon.