Harold said when he grew up in Maitagual, Trinbago there was a man in the neighborhood the people said used to Deal; (do obeah. necromancy). Every Trinbagonian had a nickname and his was Snow Canter. When anyone called him snow canter he used to say, ‘No fucking danger’. One night, a man woke up to a grunting sound in his house. A huge pig was in his kitchen. He took a big piece of stick and hit the pig on the foot. The pig started screeching, bumping into things until it ran out of the house. The next day, the man told his friends what happen. They waited to see who was going to walk by with a limp. Snow Canter was limping as he walked.