It was just weeks away from the winter party, and people were already begging it to start. I didn't know what to say to them and soon the mayhem truly began to fold. I was being climbed upon with messages and calls of the neighbourhood going. " please I beg you my children are going insane"! " I've not had a celebration party for years" HELP! I can't handle it, there's to much stress around so it soon happened the day after. Everyone came with joy it was so calmed in away. But soon the party drinks came out, and it was just an hour later I was dancing on a table in syrup and bird feathers. The party soon came to an end, I sat in bed as my body soon fell to a stop. All though I stepped out of bed onto my carpet and looked in the mirror. I was shocked. I was stuck in syrup and feathers for work and of cause I didn't remember putting on.