Mr Finleyson and Martha went into the kitchen. Martha stared up at him with a quizzical look in her little black beady eyes. He looked at her and said, "What's wrong girl? Confused about the chaos around you"?

The sight that met him when he walked into the kitchen made him reel backwards. The kitchen was completely turned upside down, with food thrown everywhere.
There was also broken crockery on the counters and the wooden floor. The cupboard doors were hanging off their hinges.
The contents were scattered all over the kitchen floor. The pots and pans were lying amongst the debris, dented and twisted.
A tray of the morning's egg collection was lying on the floor. Broken and smashed eggs mingled with the food that had been in the cupboards.
There were cornflakes, branflakes, porridge oats, pasta, flour, soup mix and tins of assorted food products lying dented on the floor amongst the cereals and dry goods.
The fresh loaf of bread he had left on the kitchen table on the breadboard had been pulled apart with crust and crumbs everywhere.
It looked as if half of it had been eaten then thrown onto the floor.
The contents of the fruit bowl on the counter was strewn across the floor, dented and bruised.
The grapes were scattered everywhere!
His newspaper which he had left neatly folded on the kitchen table, as he hadn't finished reading it, was was ripped to shreds and thrown around the kitchen.
The butter dish lay broken amongst the mess with the butter smeared all over the floor and table. Only the contents of the fridge remained intact as it hadn't been ransacked for some strange reason.
The bottle of washing liquid had been knocked over and had spilled over the counter top then onto the floor.
Every item in the kitchen, food and non food products were scattered everywhere or lying broken, smashed or damaged on the floor. You couldn't see the wooden floor anymore!
The people responsible must have had a food fight before fleeing!

Even the unopened post he had left on the table was lying ripped to shreds amongst the food. He would never know what was in the post. Maybe it had been important!

The curtains were hanging out the open window in tatters.