You complain to your mom about  her disgusting dinner she made. Tomato and Chili soup. "How is this even a little bit good?" You ask. Your mom demands you go to your room for not being grateful. You look outside your window that shows you the back yard. You notice a tree growing in the ravine. "What the f***?!" You say to yourself. The tree has rusty knives hanging from the dead branches. And at the root and base of the tree, there is a ton of barbed wire. Bloody barbed wire. You also notice some red stained wool. You glance at your clock. 8:00 p.m.  How did it get this late? You are tired from school, and decide to sleep. 
    You wake up at 6:66 am. But you think, minutes don't go to sixty. You hear a very soft lullaby coming from outside. Your computer says you have a new PMC message. The lullaby continues to play. It makes you very uneasy. When you were younger, you had nightmares about ice cream trucks putting a deadly poison in your ice cream. Or the drivers stabbing you in the neck when you came up to the window. You throw on your Razer headphones and blast some Dubstep. The message is from ______. Just blank. It reads: I will give you one hour to go down to the lamb tree. There you will commit suicide, by jumping into the barbed wire, and letting the knives fall into you. You will free me. Then, I will make my mother commit suicide, freeing you. If you don't trust me with this and do your task within the hour of 7:00 am, I will make sure you die a very, very, painful and slow death. You report the member. And you go on with your day. 
   At 10:17 pm, you decide to sleep. The lullaby starts again as soon as you snuggle up. You body gets up, uncontrollably, and goes outside. You step on lots of broken glass. You fall into the barbed wire, the knives fall and stab you. But your not dead yet. You are trying to scream, but it's not use at all. No sound is coming out.  A sheep appears. It begins to rip you apart alive. Your organs and intestines are hung on the branches. As you see your heart come out, the sheep eats it. And your vison slowly fades. You slowly die listening to the lullaby. Your last decision was that you would rather listen to the Lavender Town Pokèmon music. Why...are...sheep...so...carnivorous...?