Music played, dogs barking, the door swings open- a monster greets me from inside. The look on the things face is a look of wonder and discuss. "it's not for me" i try to explain,the things eyes shift around....but the owner is no were to be found. " down there" I point , quickly the things eyes dart downward, glaring at the innocent, then lightening in a sigh of contempt ." see--" i exaggerate, the kill is for the lion. In the glow of the porch light his blue eyes shin out from under his naturally golden main encircled by a velvet maned hood. " it's his first Halloween" i explain " i wanted the memories to be good"
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