I was but an old, wrinkled man, but I had a plan. I chowed down on my mushroom stew and took my oar. No longer would I be the guy with the wistful look reminiscing of the old days. I was going to bring back the old days. The town had only one rule: do not leave your houses after sundown unless it’s an emergency. I considered this to be an emergency. I snuck outside in the dead of the night, crept into my neighbor’s house, and bonked his head to remind him to never steal my fishing rod again.