A man was walking down a road of evergreen picture postcard landscapes. Suddenly a monster ambushed him, like a locomotive jumping towards you from behind a tree would. A chill ran down the mans spine, the way you'd run through mounds of leaves in the autumn, wild and laughing. He was scared and the fear had a mind of its own. The fear also had a small attention span and it had already grown bored. The boredom grew and grew ever so larger until finally it became so heavy that the floor gave way and it fell down into the basement. And thus the fear decided to go home as it had work the next day and would need to wake up early. The man, now with not a scare in the world, charged the monster head on and ended up needlessly throwing his life away. Luckily a passing catcher caught the flying life as it sailed past him in a handsome galleon. The monster, confused by all this, turned on its tail and yelped, having stepped on its tail. Poor monster, not even a penny in its pockets. The man had no mercy and so he had to leave to go buy some.