The strange man ran shouting through the street, sounding a bit like a firealarm that somehow had got stuck in the most anoying part of it's voice register.
When I tried to stop him, he shouted straight into my face, handed me a note and ran on, still howling like a banshee.

Looking at the note, I noticed that it was empty, well, almost empty, apart from a tiny picture of a smiling bunny in the upper right corner...
Feeling a tad furious, I turned the note into a swan, and placed it in the middle of the road, where it about half an hour later where crushed under the wheel of an eighteen wheeler that had got lost and strayed far from it's original hunting grounds out on the big freeways. With a furious (but rather feminin) roar it raged on down the street.
Now, as I look back at it, i can understand that i might have acted a bit rough, but no one calls me a bunny and gets away with it!
Especially if said somebody have the nerve to actually be a piece of paper...

I decide to go home and have a cup of tea, when it strikes me that the piece of paper actually might have been inocent, and that might I just had killed the proverbial messenger, But the screaming man is long gone by now, so I do the next best thing, and set fire to a loud baby instead,, it actully sounded quite similar... that can't really be a coincidence, can it? this thing might be bigger than I thought... I can just hope that the irish isn't in on it too, that would... well, I don't really know any irishmen, but I am quite sure that stuff would be worse if i did, after all, the guys have leprechauns, and they DO talk rather funny!

Humming the theme from Jaws, I slowly glide up the stairs to my appartment. It is on the top floor, so a lot of my neighbors peek out through their mailslots, expecting to see a great white make his way up the building. They look awfully disapointed to see that the creature outside is just a normal human. Ashamed, I stop. I fear that i will never hear the end of this...

As I open my door, i decide that the tea will have to wait for another day, as the place is crowded with cardboard boxes. I start yelling at them in a futile attempt to scare them of, but they just gaze at me with their calm eyes and keep grazing at my carpet. I come to the conclusion that i cannot stay in the crowded room, and I go out on the street again.
Halfway down to the street, the thought strike me that I should have taken the stairs, not the window... well, tomorrow is another day...

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