Since she suffered a synaptic short-circuit, her actions that day would deter all her peers from their abode of study.
Her incredulous father, once appreciating her comportment as idyllic, failed to isolate a probable cause for such sporadic slaughter. To what end?
"To what end? I'll tell you to what end. Because I despise the astrological day of the Moon.
"I despise the astrological day of the Moon, so much so that its very incidence fills me with an urge to murder
it, or anything pertaining to it, with chemical projectiles if necessary."