“ Happy Birthday!” I said to my wife named Kate. Kate was a doctor. I was a cricket player and a fill-in pilot. Kate and I had been friends since Kindergarten and now we were here happy to celebrate a Friday night at the movies and a posh restaurant called ‘The Trim’. I had gotten her a ‘Porsche’. I opened the big box in which it was stored but there was nothing in there. “It was right here your Porsche” I exclaimed, “but where did it go?” she shouted. She was shocked she knew it wasn’t my fault. Suddenly from the corner of my eye, I saw the purple Porsche I had gotten her, inside was a familiar face, but who was it.

I decided to go to my dad’s farm.My dad owned a cucumber and tomato farm, he was packing boxes overloaded with cucumbers to send to a market in Melbourne. I moved onto boxing all the cucumbers I had picked and then I carried them onto a wooden crate which was placed on the new forklift. I pushed the boxes around so they could all fit then I instantaneously realised a bulky overweight box. All boxes were meant to be 10kg but this one weighed 55kg. I heard a low growl and felt scared but decided to open it. I saw a tail move and red devil eyes. I opened it and found silvery body, it was a statue.