It was a regular day as many…you were with your terrible aunts, the ones who were taking care of you after your parents death by a crazed rhinoceros…but really your aunts really just had you around to do all the chores, and also senselessly, along with under feed you…you were cleaning the trash you “care takers” spread around the yard, just for you to clean up…when suddenly a raster old voice by you metal fence called you…a hunched over old man, a eye patch, a large farmers hat and a cruch…holding a brown bag

“Hello, James…”