It was an extraordinarily thorough operation - an all-points bulletin was issued throughout Somerset, and roadblocks were even set up along the major roads leading out of Glastonbury. Sure enough, the dragnet yielded results: within a couple of hours, a suspicious sedan festooned with "Honour Mother Earth" bumper stickers was spotted by a local police officer. It seemed a likely getaway car for the magickal miscreants. The policeman directed the driver to pull over.
Indeed, it could not have been more obvious: the occupants of the car were garbed in hooded cowls, and the driver had a long wooden staff propped against his seat; the interior of the car was littered with greenery, chalices, athalmes, and other ritual paraphernalia. Surely an arrest was imminent.
But these Celtic Pagans were masters of the Craft, and highly skilled in the arts of persuasion and suggestion. So, as the policeman approached the car, the driver simply rolled the window down, looked the officer in the eye, and said calmly,
"These are not the Druids you're looking for."