You Decide.

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You decide. Yeah, that's right. You decided your own fate, you foul, stinky vermin.

So it's currently autumn, weird brown leaves, scarves, hats and all that shenanigans. But something is off, something doesn't feel so good. The air feels tight, like I'm being hooked around my looks with the world's sharpest talons. Weird right?

Then I see you, over there, living a lie, living like there's nothing wrong, nothing off, you're unbothered, clueless it seems. So I approached. Steadily walking like you're my prey and I'm the hunter. Who are you? Where did you come from? And how have I never seen you before?

Name? 'Henry' you say politely. I walk off. Well Henry, you're about to get the shock of your life, hope you love autumn leaves.

Planning has started, the plan to get rid of this vulgar creature, his kind should be extinct. Big hole lots of leaves or small hole less leaves? Which will do the most damage? I went to my new found friend Henry and asked which would be better, I told him it was for a school project, and he replied with 'big hole,more leaves with dirt over top'... I didn't even ask him for the specifics. He decided.

Digging is harder than expected, let's put it that way. Especially with a tiny plastic shovel, absolutely useless like a mourning dove, so useless, it should make itself extinct... Anyway, hole is done, leaves are found and dirt kept from the whole hole digging expedition.

Next on the list; somehow capture Henry. So, it seems like I'll need to find his nest..uh I mean house. Should be easy considering our neighbourhood has like ten houses. *knock knock* Does Henry live here? 'Yes'. Ok, much easier than expected.

Ok, it's early hours of Saturday morning, the plan is officially in action. I got Henry after climbing through his window, hitting him over the head with a dead bird .. which didn't work so the non-stick pan finished him off.

Threw him in the hole, piled on the leaves, piled on the mud and voila! Henry is now one with the earth. Leaves and mud aren't the heaviest of earth's products but it'll do for a long drawn out death for someone who likes autumn.

Yes, that was the reason I did this. He likes autumn and I do not and now he's dead because of it.

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