On a beautiful morning, as I walked down the street, tending to my chores of taking out the trash, I saw the most incredible thing in the world.  I saw a car chase. This was not just any car chase, this was astonishingly unbelievable. A Ferrari driven by a man dressed as the television character “Barney" At that very moment, my instincts told me to run back home, as it was dangerous. The chase being extraordinary I had to watch it unfold. The Ferrari immediately made a stop at a stoplight, a few yards before my house. The man, dressed as Barney, stepped out of the vehicle, took a few steps back, and with his right hand grabbed his AK-47. Police officers in pursuit, stopped in panic. As the police officers took cover, Barney opened fire. I stood there, speechless and motionless, daring not to move. Barney, as I knew him, was and never has been the same. Barney did not seem to care about the officers getting shot. I saw only hate in him. He was very angry indeed. After finishing off his round of ammo, he got back into his running vehicle. In vain the police returned his fire, as soon as he got in his Ferrari. He was back on the road in no time at all. People inside their homes only heard the sounds of gunfire. They were smart enough to stay inside their homes, lock the doors, and pray that it would end shortly. I on the other hand, remained outside, in plain view of the murdering Barney. “Such a nice neighborhood, and such a tragic event,” I kept telling myself.  All the while wondering if I was not day dreaming. No, I really wasn’t, for as soon as I glanced back at the street, the Ferrari passed me, and Barney waved his hand at me.