I was taking a midnight stroll enjoying the absence of red chief. In addition, at night the old town looked peaceful, especially with reed chier gone. I was as happy as a cat with a can of tuna. As i turned down the road where red chief used to live, I saw the worst thing i could possibly imagine, red chief himself on the porch to his father’s house. His father was standing at the open door with two men standing in front of him. I turned around and ran like a cheetah in the other direction until I arrived at the next town over.