I call this one
Modest mouse, the pixies, and many other great bands(except a perfect circle but it just fit so bare with me) whoever can get them all wins a hug!
Watch the modest mouse sprint toward the pixies as they scatter in horror. The mouse feels sublime in his hunt. His heart races and a grin sweeps his lips. The same grin he configures when he stumbles upon a bag of moldy peaches; his favorite treat. The mouse chases the pixies through the doors of the house. One after another until he realizes they are going in a perfect circle throughout the entire house. He stops in a room filled with dresden dolls. Their faces are dusty and some had cracked. He saw a pixie fall to the floor due to a broken wing. He thought to himself, "She is what I call a grateful dead." One who wants to die; one who would rather die.
He licked his smug grin and pounced on the pixie as if she was a pile of red hot chili peppers; another of his favorites. The modest mouse would not eat the pixie alive so he got his guns, and roses, and firewood. After he shot the pixie in the center the head to assure her death, the mouse started a fire and threw rose petals on to add flavor; pixies are very bland creatures despite what you may read in books. When the pixie was cooked to perfect savory tenderness the mouse brought her home for his wife and offspring to eat up. The modest mouse family enjoyed it and was full of rose'd pixie and lovage.
