The panicked village argued, in a panic accusations flew, Threedee drew a gun.... Everybody froze.
He shouted, "What do you think we should do?!! Huh?! What do you think we should do?!!"
He turned, pointing the gun at several villager, then fired.... Grind is shot! OMG! Grind is dead. The village stares in shock... Grind was a Villager.
They, in desperation, just before night grab the one they most agree on, and hang him from the lowest tree they can possibly find that allows him to barely touch the ground and die in agony...
They stand and watch his pain, then suddenly he dies... and begins to grow fur..... OMG! Mott was a Wolf!