Balls whizzed through the air, finding its target and penetrating anything that stopped it. However, this was not good! Because the thing that the ball penetrated happened to be the greenhouse of the grumpiest person in the world. Mrs Fizzlebum. Although her name corresponded to her personality, you had to hand it to her because of her great achievements in growing plants. Ranging from thistle to rose bury and tulips to daffodils,any form of green was grown there. But let's get back to the story. The crimson ball smashed through the re-enforced greenhouse, destroying all the contents inside. Just then, a livid scream of horror erupted from Mrs Fizzlebum's house. Time ticked by as I waited, waited for her to come storming out of her house. After a while, thuds began to grow louder and louder until eventually, standing right in front of me, was Mrs Fizzlebum, her face as red as a beet root. As fast as a mouse I scampered away, petrified of the trouble that I would be in. But she never came... result to me!