A not-so-common Sunday dawn Last Friday night I did a thing I'm not used to... I stole a bycicle, killed a cow and left its paws on the seilling of my grandma's house. I don't know why I was doing that but I felt like it was up to me, and it was just amusing... That night was frigid so that's probably why I'm ill now, never mind... Luckly, of course not, my grandma wasn't feeling well that day, I mean, yesterday, and I was the only grandson who could take care of her, like, how can an 11 yo boy take care of an old woman who could have a heart attack instantly now? Dude, I'm only 11... But had no choice... Despite the fact that she could die any time in my arms, I wasn't really afraid of that. That night was scaring because I was sure there was a huge animal walking around up in the attic. Like, shit, that's not possible! And there were nobody who could tell me what was that. They were all sleeping. What would you do if you had put cow's paws on the seilling of your grandma's house and were hearing they trot around like nothing had been amissed? Then I decide to check it out. It was die or live. That lonely house didn't use to be so large before... It was already Sunday dawn and I was shaking like a fish outta the water... It blew my mind away when I discoverd that my old grandpa was dancing with his tap shoes saying that he could do it all night...