BUDDY Pooran was a sensible man; he never liked too much adventure. Whenever there was trouble, he avoided it. He never got into a fight; did most of his heavy drinking at home, and he avoided all places known to be haunted. He had never seen a ‘jumbie’, and he intended to keep it that way.
Late one night Buddy was walking home; this happened while he was visiting relatives in the countryside. The place was black, black, black, and he was unfamiliar with his surroundings. He kept to the ‘side-line’, which led straight to the village.
Half-way down the bushy dam, Buddy had an urgent call of nature; one he just could not ignore. Looking around, he spied a large clump of bushes close to a tree. He dived into the concealing foliage, dropped his pants, and got down to business.

OUT OF NOWHERE
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a shrill voice rang out:
“Ah who you!”
Buddy froze! But his bowels kept right on going in response to his sudden rush of fear.
“Ah who you!” the voice insisted.
Buddy began to tremble. What could he possibly say to this angry person. He started to rise, but froze once more when the voice again rang out, this time much too close for comfort.
“Ah who you!”
“Ah…ah…ah…” Try as he might, Buddy’s voice just would not cooperate. He tried to stand up to see who his accoster was, but, alas! There was no one there! Who could it be that was disturbing him at such a sensitive time? He again hunkered down and proceeded to complete the business at hand.
Crack!
Someone, or something, was moving around in the bushes nearby. Then things went crazy. It seemed like voices were coming from every which way, shouting; demanding. And even threatening!
“Ah who you!”
“Ah who you!”
“Ah who you!”
“Ah who you!”

NO HESITATION
Well, this was getting to be a bit too much for the mild-mannered Buddy, and, without his pants up and ran for dear life. This did not work out so well. Buddy tripped and fell, stunned.
“Ah who you!”
This thing was following him! With a yelp, Buddy took off again, pants around his knees.
“Ah who you!”
In total desperation, he tried to pacify the annoying entity.
“Ah who you!”
“Is m…m…me!”
“Ah who you!”
“Is me Buddy!”
“Ah who you!”
“Is yuh boy Buddy!”
By now, Buddy had gotten his pants up, and made a dash for it. By the time he reached his relative’s house, he was not only exhausted, but petrified. After relating his ordeal to the very concerned household, everyone burst into uncontrollable laughter. Their reaction so shocked Buddy, that he redoubled his efforts to convince them that he was not lying. On seeing his dilemma, his relatives reassured him that honesty was not the issue here; they then the broke the news to him. The ‘entity’ he had an encounter with was neither a ‘jumbie’ nor a ‘spirit’, but a bird: A night-owl! This particular bird, they explained to poor Buddy, had a strange call that sounded like, “Ah who you!”
Buddy smiled in embarrassment; he secretly wished he had known this beforehand. Now, he had a lot of extra washing to do.