I was enjoying 
a father's day breakfast 
last year at a hotel 
in my town. 

I looked 
over my shoulder 
and saw a 
busboy. 

This wasn't just any bus boy,
it was Marty Feldman. 

His head was exactly 
like Marty's, but he was 
a little taller than 
Marty.

When I got home that day 
I conviced myself that 
it wasn't really 
Marty. 

Then, a few months later, 
I attended a wedding 
at the same hotel. 

To my disbelief 
one of the caterers 
was the same man, 
Marty Feldman.

It probably wasn't him, 
but I can't imagine 
a person looking 
any more similar to 
Marty Feldman. 
 

2.

I was alone 
in our summerhouse. 
A strange thing 
happened to me. 

I woke up 
in the middle of the night, 
hearing a voice 
from the TV-room 
underneath. 

I grabed a knife 
and went down 
in my underwear, 
prepared to encounter 
a burglar. 

A sharp light 
was coming 
from the TV-room, 
I looked in and saw 
Marty. 

He was floating 
around on a little shiny cloud 
singing an ancient greek 
or egyptian song. 

I got scared 
but soon I realized 
that this must be a sign. 

A few seconds later 
he just dissappeared 
and after that little event 
I became a true believer of 
Marty.