Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37315504-20190714190018/@comment-37629772-20191225120416

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Twas a peaceful day at the smith residence, Jason Smith decided to run a few errands out of town for the weekend, leaving he beloved Kikimora wife, Angela to deal with the house work.

Like any member of her mamono species, she did an outstanding job so far. Scrubbing the tiles, cleaning the stove top, vacuuming the carpet, and so on. The final chore of the day seemed to be the simplest, folding the laundry. She set to work, folding and setting them aside as she pulled them off the clothes line. Ten pairs of pants, two skirts, a handful of t-shirts and some socks, once messy sweat filled piles of filth and cloth, now sparkling cleandl and soft to the touch.

She placed the clothes basket on the outside bench as she began to open the door, when suddenly a loud bang stopped her dead in her tracks. She heard it coming from the shed, where she and her husband kept all the garden tools, power tools, just tools in general, etc.

As she walked around the side of the house in order to see what cause that thundering crash, she noticed that the padlock that typically stayed on the door was no where to be found. She curses herself, probably forgot to lock ti last night when she got some tools out to tend to her tomatoes. She opened the door and saw the biggest mess one could make within the confines of a shed. Everything was disorganised and carelessly tossed on the ground.

Who ever did all this was clearly one with a love for mischief and chaos, they type of person Angela hated with a burning passion. She also notice some white feathers haphazardly flung around, as if some kind of avian animal had done this just to piss her off.

She was about to give her attention to the situation at hand, when she heard loud honking coming from inside her house, along with the sound of objects falling over.

She bolted to the door to find her hard work on the laundry had been completely ruined, some of clothes had been tossed in the pool while others were hanging on the fence and the last were cover in dirt as they had gotten chucked in the garden.

The door was wide open, just the way she left it. She scolds herself for being so foolish, she probably let an intruder into the house who was wrecking everything in sight. She was partially correct on the whole breaking and entering part, the only differences being the goose ont he kitchen table instead of man brandishing a weapon.

It had knocked over everything in the kitchen, the salt shaker, Pepper shaker, pots and pans, the utensils and so forth, all the while made an obnoxious honking sound.

"Gods damn it..." Angela said, placing her left hand over her eyes and shaking her head, while she reached for the broom. That damn goose that was infamous with the whole neighbour hood for just being a Dick had ruined all her hard work. She quickly showed the feathered fiend off her property and looks back on the mess with a sense of dread on her souls. Just another Monday for her.