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A gypsy crossed my path cursing me for a few hours. She claimed I stepped on her sacred burial grounds and for this sin I must parish. Little she devil, should have parished back in world war two, but apparently some people didn't get the job right. I walked off, shrugging my shoulders, not bothering to turn around or beg for forgiveness. Suddenly I noticed 6 strange eyes peering at me, turned out there were 6 more behind me, and 6 to my right. From the shadows, black cats crept, the leader came up to me and said, "look bub, we heard you have something fishy in your pocket, so we stopped by to see what's going on." I asked if they came from that old gypsy nymph, but they just looked at me with hunger in their eyes. So I grabbed a stick and held it firmly, they approached quickly, as I tried throwing a peace bargaining. They did not want to go to the docks where I could buy them something fresh, but instead attacked me from all sides but the left. A few scrapes and cuts, but i was alright by the time I escaped them. Damn cats, if only we had more dogs in the neighborhoods. I continued on and once again noticed 6 pairs of eyes to my front, side, and back. Out from the allies came these short little midgets looking at me as if they had some sort of bone to pick. They said, "look bub, we heard you got some gold on you." I ensured them that I have no gold. A job at Spencer's didn't ensure Rolex's on your wrists. After the bad news they pulled out their sticks and beat me down. I was able to escape and I kept running until I got home. I sat down and sniffed around. I could smell the sent of tuna in the area, so I reached in my moist pocket and pulled out a large flounder. Ugly looking thing I quite assure you. I got up to throw the fish away when I noticed my pocket about 25 pounds heavier then before. I reached in and found a large bar of gold to my surprise. Suddenly the door cracked down and the leader of the cats and the short people came inside and sat down. They looked at me and asked, "So you were holding out on us? We'll remember that when the rest finally come. Stricken with panic, I ran to my room and grabbed my old gun, by the time I came back, no one was there. A dripping of some fluid landed on my head. I looked up and what did I see? A very large cat did land on me, fallowed by a giant with a large tree branch came beating on me. So next time you see a gypsy walking around, make sure you avoid her path, or at least kill her before a similar curse is set on you. Now I'm off to do my bidding in the underworld. Today shall be fun, another poking by 1200 lawn gnomes on me buns!