the loud muttering sound in my small ears boomed loudly. I tried vigorously to clamp my sticky hands onto my ears but something wouldn't let me. My knees gave a way without warning. I could feel the wet spread across the dirty, fabric of my neon orange trousers that were three sizes too small! Suddenly the noise stopped and I fell dangerously to the hard floor, banging my head. weirdly, I woke up in an old, rotten cottage made of wood. I could smell a rank cow pat and realized that it wasn't a cow pat, but an old, crooked man.
The sign from god