I eventually found the canal and added water to the cognac. Suddenly I heard a rustling in the trees. I turned. Woo fell to the floor. Pisshead.

I turned her over. Tears in my eyes. I clutched her hand, crying so much it was like I was the one dying. Because I'm SELFISH.

"Katshit," she choked. "Sing me a song."

"No," I said and then put her out of her misery by breaking her neck. I burst into tears over her little dead body.

"Why? WHHHYYY?" I cried, shaking her. The UFO was going to come soon, to take her little body away. But I was angry. I wanted her death to be different. I wanted the capitol to know, that a person had died. So I stood up and began work.

2 minutes later

I looked down at her and smiled at my work. She lay, at peace, with the unforgettable words 'Katshit Wos Ere' spray-painted onto her little dead face. I walked away, proudly, then suddenly I thought.

"Wait. That doesn't say anything!" I ran back to see her little body was gone. "Oh shit!"