Ghostpro's Journey

"Di-di-di pa di-di dow-doe, di-di-di pa di-di doee, di-di pa di pa di-di dow, di-da-di-doee…" 

A strange but pleasant whistling tune came from the side of a lake in the middle of a forest clearing. There, a young handsome young man with shoulder-length curly brown hair, two light brown eyes, a wide nose, a defined jaw, and pink lips that had bits of purple on them, sat at the edge, holding a fishing rod in his hands. 

Unbeknownst to him, a large panther was creeping up behind him. It found his whistling to be pleasant, and was even feeling slightly sorry that it would have to hunt him and devour his flesh in the next few seconds. 

Once the panther was in position, it leaped forth quietly and manifested its claws, slapping the back of the young man's head with all its accumulated force.