He stares ahead, frozen. His heart beats

He stares ahead, frozen. His heart beats at the speed of light. The gun sits in the palm of his trembling fingers. "Oh lord, what have I done?" he thought anxiously.

It was not very long before he heard the voice of the chief screaming to come out of the house. He was no fool they would arrest him so he stayed inside.

The outlaw had to get rid of the evidence in the house, as well as create a diversion. Grabbing as much loot as he could, he soaked the rest with gasoline, and lit a match. He ran.

As re was running, silently cursing himself for lack of exercise the house silently blazed in the background. He checked to see if his bag still held his treasure. Then, the world

music radio station came on and Re felt like totally diverse. He was ready.

The fogs needed to go out forvtheur midnight walks.

If they went out too early, the remaining warmth from the day would evaporate the fogs, making them feel faint, in the same way a human would feel faint after loss of blood.

So they decided on high noon. It was a complicated decision involving quite a bit of calculus, a 4 hour deliberation, followed by a motion to vote. Sadly, it was the wrong decision