As I stalked out by the window of the manor, I could feel my feet getting engulfed in a creamy liquid. It was rather enjoyable, and for a moment, a content smile spread itself across my face.

Of course, that was before I noticed the cows standing in the garden. Rapidly, I made the link. Poop. I had gotten myself poop in my new shoes. Who on earth kept those cows in their garden anyway?

Ugh. That gentry really was something else.

A scream interrupted my thoughts, and my annoyance faded away.

Apparently, the good guys were home. Excellent.

I waited patiently, crouched under their ridiculously pristine window, until a woman came walking in. She looked rather pretentious, strutting around like she owned the place -which she probably did, but whatever- and my disdain towards all of those rich people only swelled further.

After a long time of glaring, my target reached that part of the room. The risky part. The beans were spread out pretty much everywhere near her favorite rocking-chair, and, like the idiot I expected her to be, she glided out on them, fell to the ground, hit her head.

When I stood up, my muscles were ancholyzed, my gun had caused a big, red mark to my belly from pressing against my delicate skin for too long and my feet... Still smelled awfully bad.

I climbed into the bedroom, cursing. When did architects ever think windows as high as the Himalaya would be profitable?

The woman was moaning miserably, probably too hurt to recall anything. That poor thing.

When I got closer to her, a sore whisper escaped her lips.

- Call the ambulance, please...

I crouched down next to her, brought my mouth near her ear, and used my most malicious voice, scary but nice.

- I will, but not for you.

The shotgun resonated louder than ever, and satisfaction rushed into my veins immediately.

Soon enough, no more of her crazy heart palpitations were to be felt.

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how do you write ancholyzed??? is it even a word???

anyway

i wrote this for my english class and we HAD to use four words: cow, beans, walk, gun

i already made this a bit better than it was when i handed it in and it still feels terribly bad somebody help me is it good-ish?

i like writing about murder :)