She had finally found the person she had been looking for, sleeping near her house on grass and rocks. She did feel a little bad, but he was a big meanie sent by the devil in her mind, she held the black marker, and then started drawing, ever so lightly on the brow of his head, then to his cheeks, then making his eyes look droopy, and fifteen minutes he looks like an artist's nightmare unfolded. She then proudly looked at her work while having a quick snicker. She thought, 'hmm I have done quite a good job if I do say so myself.' She quickly ran back to her house right before the devil decided to wake.