In the middle of a dark spooky night the yellow lights are lighting the road of Roshini Avenue. The lights were so bright that it felt like it was sunshine because the lights were as bright as the burning hot sun. The harsh rain had made lots of puddles; made it very slippery. It was so cold that no-one came outside. The little children sleeping tight in their cosy bed, they were sleeping like a log. One could hear the cry of a dog running for his life and a fox trying sneak up on a chicken like a murder........