the past is a weird old place. Some how things were just so much more exciting then. you could travel the world and discover things so strange that you couldnt comprehend them, let along convince anyone else they exist.January 1875.Elgrove and I have been trecking in the mountainous regions of Tibet, frightfully cold what. Any way we came across a monestary and while Elgrove whent to have a chat with the Abbot about a place to stay that night - it really was frightfully cold - I had a little wander about the place. I rounded a corned and the damndest thing was standing there. It was a man, or at least something like a man, wearing a red robe and from the bottom of this robe there protruded only one foot. At first I thought he may have lost the other in an accident, but then I noticed the strangest thing. On this one foot he had all ten of his toes, all crowded together. Well quick as quick I got out my parchments and began a sketch - staring of course with that singular foot. I got that ok but when I looked up he was gone and there was Elgrove, staring at me with a very strange look on his face.I explained about the one legged man of course. And he seemed satisfied. In any event he didn't ask any more questions.We stayed that night in the monestary and i have to say that what with all the chanting and inscense I've never slept sounder.