"I'm not the wolf! I promise!"
"You butt-bumped poor chrmjenkins to his doom! It is blatantly obvious you are a wolf!" shouted rick snagwell.
"Well! All this finger-pointing is for naught, for we have a easy way of finding out if Koodauw is a wolf!" declared Scepticalscribe.
The others looked at him expectantly.
"Well, to determine whether an individual is a werewolf -- or rather, suffering from Lycanthropy, one merely needs to place the said individual onto the water, and see if this individual sinks. If the said individual does indeed sink, then this individual does not --"
"Isn't that for witches?" asked philbeeney.
"Ah… you're correct, my mistake," Scepticalscribe looked down quizzically.
"Hey--!"
Everyone turned towards the gallows, where Koodauw is somehow hanging from the noose, dead.
The villagers eyed each other -- who put Koodauw up there, put the rope over his head, and pushed him off the platform, with the only sound being "Hey--!"?
Werewolves, that's who!
Koodauw is a villager. It is now NIGHT!
51 hours and 25 minutes remain!