The takers were usually tradesmen. Milkmen, postmen or the one that interested me, door to door salesmen. I’d been on the job for almost a year and ...een all over the country with the firm but still hadn’t come across the soapbox and was beginning to think my colleagues were pulling my leg. Then something happened that really changed my mind.We were working down in Cornwall, in the Truro area I think and I’d been assigned a small council estate. I’d been on the knocker for about half an hour, so. What I did was try to mimic their behaviour, copy their wordsand phrases. If one said that 'Bonnie was a good looking tart',I would file it away and use it later, with a deep voice ofcourse. Looking back, I don't think I was successful with thatpose either.I yearned to be friends with the girls but in the teenage years,girls can be rather cruel to someone different and not one ofthem. So, they ignored me.The blokes would ignore me as well. It was as if they decidedthat I wasn't a part of them,. The simmered mud and water retained their heat, while the air lost its warmth quickly. The temperature differences caused a creeping fog to form on the pond's surface. The mist added an eerie tenor to an already desolate atmosphere, and a Loon's wail on the far shore of the small lake drew goose bumps to Brenda's warm flesh. A full Moon was rising above the treetops of the forest on the far side of the pond. It was a huge and silver orb, with light that added solidity to the twining pseudopods. He had it, the evidence he had beenlooking for but it still wasn't proof. What it was was a reason to go astep further; Rob's new plan was to return when no one was there andbreak in in hopes that more definitive evidence could be found.He lightly scampered back into the shadows._ _ _ _ _"Mr. Alisar!" Cutter called out loudly as Rob jumped awake mid-snore."Did we not get enough sleep last night?" The rest of the class laughedas Cutter turned back around to continue his diagram of a barium.