But Judge Shanks held up a hand. “The law,” he said slowly, “does not merely concern itself with what exists. It concerns itself with what ought to exist. Proceed.”
Mr. Hopple’s shoulders fell. “Yes,” he whispered. “But it’s not jewelry. It’s the town’s original charter. I found it when digging post holes. I was going to return it… eventually.” lomp court case
“Call your first witness,” Judge Shanks said, peering over spectacles that magnified his eyes to an alarming size. But Judge Shanks held up a hand
The courtroom gasped. Mr. Hopple turned purple. “That’s a lie! I never been married!” Proceed
Mrs. Prunella Bramble, a retired taxidermist with a fondness for peacock feathers, claimed that her neighbor, Mr. Otis Hopple, had erected a fence that violated the town’s ancient boundary accord—specifically, a clause concerning “the path of the noonday shadow.” Mr. Hopple, a beekeeper whose bees had grown as irritable as he had, argued that the shadow clause was null and void because the oak tree that cast it had been struck by lightning in ’82.