A few years ago, in a camp, my friends who, during a walk lasted several hours lost, found a lonely

man, carrying an ax on his back and they did not give a good feeling but, desperate, they asked
him how to get to the town. Despite the first impression, the man turned out to be super nice: he
told them his name was Yoduloso and accompanied them to the village, where he said goodbye.
Before, a photo was taken with the young people.

My friends told the town that the man who had taken them there was called Yoduloso, but the
local residents said that was impossible. The only Yoduloso that had been in the town was more
than 100 years old, and he died in a horrible way: a group of children were playing ball and it
escaped, and Yoduloso went for it. He had an ax in his hand and had the misfortune to trip and cut
his own leg. Died disgust.

They listened incredulously and thought that, even despite the coincidences of the name and the
fact that that man also carried an axe, it was impossible that it was the same person. However,
when they revealed that photo that had been taken when they arrived in town, they noticed
something that made them change their minds: Yoduloso had disappeared from the photograph.