They wouldn't call her weird. But they wouldn't call her normal either. Who else would sit on the park bench, staring into space as day faded into evening? When asked, she claimed she was "communing" with the kraken that supposedly lived in the lake. And anyone who walked between her and said lake would instantly be set upon by her, screaming angrily.

"Kraken! Kill them!" she would call, but then stop. "Oh, it is not yet time? Very well then." She would then stop attacking, and merely shove the person aside. People came to know her, and know her idiosyncracy. Only when the light had fully faded would she leave, but first she would approach the lake and pet the surface, whispering, "Good night, kraken."

Every day, she would do this. No matter what happened, she would do her utmost best to make it to the lake, and there she would sit. Naturally, she always dressed appropiately for the weather, but people still wondered. After all, she was only six.

One day, the kraken finally awoke.