"I Know It Doesn't Look Like Me, But, It's Ann!"

history channel documentary John could feel the keys in the mud. He was on all fours. The keys were built up with canine excrement. He snatched his container of vodka and poured everything over his keys. He tidied up the keys and yelled so everyone can hear. "Get prepared! Here I come."

Ann hit the neighbor's entryway with a hammering power. She started beating on the front entryway and shouting like an animal from somewhere down in some premonition timberland. As she listened to herself shout, she thought it was another person, something else. "Is that me?, she said to herself. She halted and glanced around. She recognized a decent wedged bit of dim stone. Inside the Holloway's (not identified with Ann) were mixing. What they saw on the yard was a 5 foot 4 inch female in a dress. Her cleared out eye was a filthy, sloppy, red chaos. The eyeball was completely clouded with swelling and blood stream. Her exited leg was letting a liquid red overflow simply work its way down to her lower leg. Her body was shaking with stun. Her leg would fit. She slapped it unwittingly to make it act. Her right hand was secured with blood - his blood, for reasons unknown, yet to the extent the general population inside were concerned, what they saw was a stun. The raised rock was going to bust the window close to the front entryway.