Ever since the small town was built, the beautiful Strangeworth house, with its beautiful blossoming and sweet smelling roses, on Pleasant street. Now, it was home to a lady named Miss Strangeworth who was seventy-one years old. Miss Strangeworth cared an awful lot about her town and the eye-catching roses on her front lawn. She wanted to protect her town from evil but without her family, the town would stay to be evil. Every night, Miss Strangeworth would write letters to the people in her town who she thought needed some sort of guidance or help. The letters she wrote we thought to be harsh and insensitive but Miss Strangeworth made sure the letters were anonymous. All she wanted was for her town to be clean and sweet with no evil.