I looked out the window, a man was standing right there looking in!

Immediately did he jump inside crashing glass every which way but one; out the way he came. I jumped a leap or two over his flying body and landed back out in the grass, he looked back out the window I just had. He yelled and mooed and as I leapt back into the house I must admit it was loud. I landed feet down on an old sofa that seemed to belong to me before my house got broken into this time. The springs creaked out a groan and I ran for the stairs with this maniac right up my feet. I hopped my way through a window without breaking it, but the hooting bull man behind me observed no such niceties as the glass actually shattered backwards towards him in anticipation. I didn't have to be told twice to be scared and slode down that drainpipe faster than Jiminy Xmas. A quick trip back up the pipe from the inside was a dangerous assumption (what if HE came down?) but my storied and stored up luck was once again in evidence. I couldn't find my assailant but I could hear him breathe snorts of disbelief and acceptance and I spun around to what was heard. He had vanished I'll bet, but tonight I think I'll keep the blinds drawn.