It was a dull , grey day on Mr .Browns farm while he was milking his cows preparing them for their long day of grazing ahead.
Bang , crash , smack , a metal figure randomly fell onto the hard concrete floor of Mr.Browns milking parlour.
“It must have been that or else some imaginary tall figured animals had come back to haunt him,” he laughed to himself. He would soon regret this laugh.
“I must be hallucinating,” he thought to himself. He ran outside and down to consult with his wife but it was too late , she was lying stone cold dead on the hard unmarked wooden floor.