Jerome Bixby,
The Battle of the Bells
“ Out in the yard the outhouse stood, a battleground of good and evil. Its coat of white paint gleamed in the sun, which still stood high as a result of timelessness. Its red roof was a challenge. To the young man, staring moodily, the crescent in the door seemed a mocking, lopsided smile.On the roof stood a new and larger mounting, containing a new and larger cowbell, from which hung a new and heavier chain.Once the young man looked upward, as if for guidance.Once he sighed and shook his head, as if discouraged."One of us must win," he said finally."Always," the man in black nodded. ”
