your morning peaceful morning is once again interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. straightening your ruffled feathers and rolling out of bed, you sleepily shuffle your way to the front door. its the third time this week now that your quite morning has been interrupted by questionable gifts, as you open the door and look down to spy yet another pair of stolen car keys and a small pile of shiny rocks. besides the door mat, a pair of claw prints trail back to the bushes outside your home where you see a rather eccentric looking individual akwardly leaning up against a tree as if trying his best to look nonchalant (and doing a pretty bad job)