Is this a troll or not you are going wonder. Let me start by saying the story I am about to tell you started, during a late summer night in 1988. I was laying in my bed, my window and fan was on. You could smell the night rain about to come. So I thinking to myself trying to sleep. I hear this tap on my window. I get scared because you can't see my window from my bed. I don't go look because who in their right mind would. I hide under my bed. The knocking doesn't stop. So I grab my field hockey stick. I go to the window slowly...I look out and I see a dog sitting with a small bag attached to his collar. I look around to see if I can see a owner..I only saw a car driving away. I don't go out side. I just go to sleep. Next day, there was a golden egg left on my porch. I tried to see if anything was in or around it. Nothing. This all goes on for four days straight. I finally go see what the dog has. It was note, it read "Dear Tracy,
You make my knees weak. You take me to next week. When I see the sunlight hit your face, it brings a twinge to my heart. You are the Jane to my doe. The wave to my ocean. Signed Mr.doe"