The End.

After all, it had started out as a normal Sunday morning. The maids had opened the drapes, the cooks had made breakfast, and the stablehands had fed the horses, just like every other morning.

That was, until, the window opened.

Out of nowhere, a small dove had flown in, and landed right in the middle of her palm. If that itself wasn't odd enough, what happened next was even more queer. For right then and there, the bird opened it's beak and... Spoke.

"Beg your pardon miss, but have you seen my flax seeds?" is what it had said.

Spoke! A bird! Plain as day. Why the very notion of a bird doing so is ridiculous. And yet it had.

"I must be going insane", she said. "For surely this bird did not just utter words unto me!"

"Well I never!", said the bird. "You are quite rude for a lady of such fanciful taste. Indeed I did speak, as I was hoping you would help me find my precious flax seeds."

"I'm sorry", said the lady. "It's just that I've never heard a bird speak before. And I'm afraid I havn't seen your flax seeds anywhere.".

"Well then, I shant continue wasting your time." it said.

And then without another word, it flew off into the distance, never to been seen again!

"Well, that was queer." said the lady. "I almsot wonder if it was a dream."

Only then did she turn aorund ... And realize that her precious gold cup had been stolen. In its place was a small sheet of paper. She picked up the paper and read:

"Dearest Lady,

By now you must of realized that I have stolen your cup. Let this serve as a warning to you to NOT TRUST TALKING BIRDS. Confused? Good. You see, I have trained myself an entire army of talking birds to do my bidding, so that I may use them steal all the valuables in the known world (and perhaps beyond?).

You and all your fancy curtains are powerless to stop me now. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Signed,
your truely,
-Moustache McVillan."

She could hardly believe her eyes. It couldn't be true... could it? She read it one more time, then let out a loud cry.

"CURSE YOU MOUSTACHE MCVILLIAN!!!!!" She said as she in a voice so loud that it shook the heavens themselves.

-The End.

She could not stop staring at the brightly colored Indian Chief sitting across the park river. The indian was dark, and had dark long hair that went down about to his middle back, but the chief was not the thing that kept catching her eye, it was the large wolf laying next to him. He had bright blue eyes, that were sharp like the edge of a knife that seemed to to have a spark and a twinkle in them, but not in the good way. Oddly enough the Indian Chief was not the only out of the ordinary person she had seen floating around the park. She had met eyes with what looked like some type of westerner with a sword and a cape, also she had seen a man with a shovel standing still as a statue, but what scared her most was the old woman she saw. This woman was large, but not fat large, tall large, her face was one of the ugliest she had ever seen. As she past her on the bride it was almost as if she could fee the womans eyes folowing her.

Things were begining to be too strange, so the woman decided to leave the park and return home, but as she turned around, to her horror she saw all the the people from the park, The hideous lady, The Indian Chief, The man with the shovel, the westerner, and the wolf.

They were all glaring at her with mischeviuos eyes, and before she knew it they were upon her. The people turned into hideous red and black beasts standing at 8-10 feet tall. They all had snarling teath and a hungry look in their eyes. I tried to run, but she knew that it was no use, it was no use it was six to one. She tried to run, but just as she had suspected they caught up to her in one leap. "why me" she said outloud to herself as the beasts took her aprart limb by limb, bone by bone.

Many people say that she now roames with the frightful gang of beasts. They say she is the most dreadful out of all of them, because of her eyes. She can find your deepest fear and haunt you with it, forever, and ever, and ever...