As A young man carefully inspected the sheet of paper that that the invotory He turned his head to the sound of a harsh knock on the door.

'Come in" He said with a tone to try and make him sound older then he was

As his eyes switched from the sheet if paper to a older man who eyes were tired, he was shakeing from working to hard, his hair stood up mixed with goose bumps.

"Mr Ayer I just came to ask how is the invotory coming along?"

"John, You know that i prefered to be called Drave. But besides thats, I am almost done with finsihing the files and checking the invotory. It should just be a few more hours."

"Wow that was vary fast Mr Ay- I mean Drave But thats not what i really came to talk to you about." As John said there was a trembullomg in his voice, Draven Eye's were now fully focused on John. As Draven looked more closely at John his eye's were not just tired they were scared, horrofyied.

" Whats wrong ?"

"Well the fence is getting weak and the things are starting to i dunno fight more like they

are getting agitiaded."

"All right take me to the fence."

As Draven got up from the bed and let his feet hit the ground he felt the rug agenst his feet, He did not kow what kind of rug it was all he knew was that it was his mothers and prickley.

Draven threw on his hat on and put on his sandles and opened his door outside that exposed the light of the sun. One of the only things that he loved that still remaines.