Eiman looked at the ripped hawk in her hands and felt happy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her quiet surroundings. She had always loved creepy Cape Town with its bumpy, blue-eyed beaches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tomi . Tomi was a thoughtless King.

Eiman gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a patient, sympathetic, brandy drinker with dirty feet and pretty legs. Her friends saw her as a fresh, frail friend. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a clever chicken.

But not even a patient person who had once made a cup of tea for a clever chicken was prepared for what Tomi had in-store today.

The snow flurried like thinking donkeys, making Eiman sparkly.

As Eiman stepped outside and Tomi came closer, she could see the strange smile on his face.

Tomi glared with all the wrath of 5360 hungry sad snakes. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want peace."

Eiman looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the ripped hawk. "Tomi, I don't have the money," she replied.