"We have to find just the right pumpkin," Fluff insisted to his partner in bunny slipper crime.
The slippers had silently moved through the house, heading for the front door that opened as if by magick. They immediately slid down the walkway to the sidewalk. Since it was heading toward midnight, the only ones out were those who preferred darkness for their deeds. Fear wasn't in the slippers' vocabulary, so they moved along without any worries.
"I know we can find it at the pumpkin patch by th...
Published on October 23, 2013 14:24