Mr.Sneb,
An odd man
Aloof and away.
Not connected with the rest;
Alone, but likes it that way.
His clothes always stained
his face cold and
Distracted.
Social, I think not,
A cold, he may have
Contracted!
His voice is harsh
Many can't understand
Gruff, and ruff,
As hard as a metal can.

News Caster:
It's April 3,
today is the day
another dead has been found
don't know what to say.
The towns still morning
From the last kid that had
Disappeared.
The only thing taken,
Is their teeth and their ears.

Over grown and wild,
A land beyond the town,
holding rocks. Many all
Smiling at the
cold, hard, ground
The workshop
from which they are created
stands quietly still
Mr.Sneb worked fine,
placing each tooth
From his kill.
Gently in to the carved spot
The teeth are placed
The ears are glued nicely,
He works fast paced.

News Caster:
"The police think they found him
In a field, as we speak
They are heading there.
To catch him,
Put him to his knees."

Police At Field:
Over grown and wild,
A land beyond the town,
holding rocks. Many all
Smiling at the
cold, hard, ground
There was a field and workshop
Tools are scattered
The police are confused
Their brains
tattered.

Mr.Sneb lay still,
His face is grim
He is hurt, he is sad
He has lost all his friends.
But he still has one
Who is loyal and true
One who has stayed with him
Through and through.
It was his first and best
The one he will always
Remember, but he can't make
New friends
Til' next September.