More and more of the barn mice kept disappearing from your barn...which wasn't a bad thing, you guessed, but the thing was, no cats lived on your property.

It was a Sunday evening, and the time had come to feed the sheep. As you opened the barn door, you distinctly heard a soft voice...

"Oh, don't you bite me! Come on, I'm hungry...please?"

The voice was unfamiliar, and spoken in a whiny tone. Slowly, you pulled the gun off the wall of the barn...only this time, it wouldn't be used on a fox.

As the gun gave a soft click, there was a soft gasp, and a dull thud. You followed the sound, where tiny splatters of blood were seen on the floor of the barn. Whoever was in your barn was right behind the door...