Madame Valence tiptoed down the alleyway. She knew how dangerous these parts were, especially after certain times.
She slipped in the shadows. She would get past this. She would not be seen.
She began to creep quickly. The windows of the house were still dark. Perhaps this time she'd be safe...
Suddenly a barrage of rotten, foul-smelling tomatoes flew through the air, and landed all around Mme. Valence, who promptly screamed and tried to scarper. But they found her, and landed on her face, her clothes, covering her with their grim stench, their slimy juices soaking into her clothes.