eleven-thirty he got himself ready : mask to hide the face , gloves to hide the finger prints and he sharpened the digger for any unexpected and placed it on its sheath and he finally tied his cow boy boots , at fifteen before twelve he was ready to leave , hitting the dusty path , that lead to the house , he passed through a thick acacia bush , the path snaked its way through this bush , a dog barked and a cricket whistled somewhere in the bush , the sounds disturbed his mind a bit , and besides the coziness of the night , he was almighty scared , he sailed slowly fighting back the fear , the path now maze its way through an over grown grass ; he stopped almost after every three steps to listen if there is any change on the environment surrounding him , a torn pierced him , what the the lights from distance short lived the sentence , he missed a step and had his foot laid on the undergrowth , he thought of giving up or trying the other day .