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What I see with "Une Semaine de Bonte"

1) A beggar that sat at the center of everything in a small town up the mountains slowly took out a golden shiny rooster on a ball from her dress as people continued to walk past her. Some began to take an interest in her, as she began to pick herself up and dance overshadowing the tiny object. As more people continued to crowd around her waiting to seem some interesting show like the jugglers or performers, the object began to shine. The ball suddenly threw a burst of lighting in every direction hitting every single person, one by one everyone started to collapse as she continued to dance.

2) The door that led below the castle had finally opened after what seemed centuries. A man held a women who looked to be dying, could the books be true or was it all a myth? Rushing through the dark and dusty hallway, a light at the end started to build up. The light blinded him the second he passed the torches and found himself in a room, across from him was a man in a dark cloak. Could this have been the doctor they were looking for? The one in the cloak began to mutter words, then slowly reached his hood. Pulling it off, the man holding the women could not believe his eyes, sweat began to run down his face as he hands trembled. The myth was a true, the man in the dark cloak was the doctor, a huge chicken?

3) It was quiet in a huge cemetery building, in the distance from an open window appeared two individuals from the skies. Swooping into the building, a chicken with mechanical wings with a women on top finally landed. With a paper of writing in both their hands, they began to look around. The first name they had wasn't going to make it easier to find the deceased women. After what seemed to be a couple of hours, the chicken called out to the women who was on the other side of the building, making her way over, he points to the name. They both nodded at each other in understanding and lifted the slab which revealed a dark blue coffin. The chicken proceeded to pull open the coffin with an odd wedged hammer, to reveal a women dressed in expensive jewelry and clothes. As she laid there, the women above was adamant to take everything from and began to strip as the chicken looked out. Without paying attention, a guard of the cemetery suddenly jumps out from the dark, lighting his lamp. At that moment the two were caught.

(Minor issue with links, couldn't finish the other three.)





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