I was going to have some random characters sneaking past a Dragon, or a horde of zombies... but I had a last minute change of heart. The poem below will explain the story. Keyword to use was "Tread". "Be careful how you tread Be sneaky just like Goons You're supposed to be in bed Not watching late-night Cartoons!"
I could almost never pull that off in as a kid. Seems every house we lived in (and there were a few) always had that one squeaky floor board that gave you away.
I could almost never pull that off in as a kid. Seems every house we lived in (and there were a few)
