This is the last workshop story I will be submitting this semester to the fiction workshop class. I will be glad to get away from them and reopen up to writing furry stories. This story in a handbasket is: you are a child around the age of eight or nine living in a house across from the Hills. It is the early 1990s when kids played in the street and neighborhoods were more friendly. Something has happened at the Hills and you are observing everything from the front window.