The kids went trick-or-treating this year. They were allowed to choose their own costumes, which is always a risk, but I think they did quite well - although I'm not sure where Gizmo was going with his selection... The last thing that old boy needed was a spectacularly voluminous set of flamboyant trousers....even his companion, the ubiquitous rubber chicken - eternal deflated champion of "humour" - was endeavouring desperate escape from the windy well of despair...the gaudy pantaloons of doom...
...And NOTHING good was ever going to come of Leonard's balloon obsession.
Missy's recollections of the whole event are fuzzy at
best, thanks to her "special" home brew and Sapphira loved her little
devil onesie so much she had to be forcibly peeled out of it three weeks
later...
They managed to menace six catnip toys, a packet of jammy dodgers, three socks and an extremely worried hamster.
Not a bad haul considering....
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