A young man was strolling down the street. As he passed a large building with a fence around it, he heard a group of people chanting: “Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen” over and over again.
Curious, he tried to see over the fence, but couldn’t.
Then he spotted a small hole in the wood and put his eye to it. He just managed to spy a group of old people sitting in deckchairs chanting, before a finger came out of nowhere and poked him in the eye.
As he staggered back, the old people started chanting, “Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen …”