She was a Pygmy yet unusually tall. I pulled my gun. She took no notice and sallied forth. I didn't fire a warning shot. I let her pass as I figured her business was strictly Pygmy, 100% divorced from my non-Pygmy concerns. Boy, was I ever wrong. Three weeks later my paternity test came back: I was 74% Pygmy on my mother's side & 38½  on my father's. I'm 112½% pure Pygmy – no denying that!