This guy was drinking in the tavern with someone who had left the town many years before , he had returned and was reminising. He said, "Your an Estabrooks, didn't you have a relative die in the woods or something when we were kids?" "Ya, that was my brother ,little Jimmy, we used to always go on a picnic, the whole family, there was fourteen of us, down near the river on Labour Day week-end. Well, late in the afternoon Jimmy told mom he had to go #2." Mom said, "Your a big boy now, he was only four, you take some kleenex and go across the brook like the big kids do." " Well, Jimmy went , and he was gone a long time before anyone noticed he was missing, in fact it was almost dark. We searched the whole night and all next day, then they took the kids out of school to help search, but we never did find him." " Then during the early hunting season, a hunter came across his body, it was down near the big swamp. The birds had eaten most of his flesh, and they even pecked his eyes out. You might say, Jimmy went for a shit and the crows got him!"

Borrowed from The Brennen Siding triology by Herb Curtis