"It's not a myth!" Claire said. We all laughed, and then laughed some more when she stuck out her bottom lip and stamped her feet like a little kid.
"Come on, man," Jen said, when the laughter had died down enough for her to be heard. "You don't really believe that crap, do you?"
Claire hesitated, well aware that we were all waiting to take the piss and have a good laugh at her expense - it wasn't as if she hadn't done the same to all of us at one point or another. She took a deep breath and then nodded.
"My granddad was there," she said. This stopped a few of us in our tracks, although Jen's smile was wide.
"Yeah, right!" she said. "Your granddad witnessed the Transformation?"
Claire nodded. "He was there," she insisted. "He told me." Laughter. "He took photographs." Laughter died.
"Photos can be faked," Jen said.
"Yeah, well," Claire said. "These are genuine. You've met my granddad. He's no bullshit artist."
We muttered amongst ourselves. She was right. Her granddad was an honest down-to-earth old geezer.
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