animar64 posted: " On the night before Halloween- If a Witch were standing outside my window- and she was dressed from head to toe in black, if she were holding a broom in one hand and sitting on her shoulder was a cat named Harley and she said she was there to grant" MY ENDURING BONES
If a Witch were standing outside my window- and she was dressed from head to toe in black, if she were holding a broom in one hand and sitting on her shoulder was a cat named Harley and she said she was there to grant me three wishes, what would I ask for?
Why. That's Easy Peasy.
I'd ask her to fly away with her cat to my neighbor's house down the street and I would wish that she would offer my remaining two wishes to her instead.
Then I would steal down the street, shrouded in the Witch's shadow, to my Neighbor's house and I would watch her gobble up those two remaining wishes without chewing on them- she would just swallow them whole.
Wishes taste like caramel- something about that burnt sugar is irresistible to the tongue and people devour them before they wrapper is even off.
Maybe a few hours later, maybe a month later I would watch those two poisoned wishes blossom and bloom- and as they did I would hear a voice at my shoulder say, " Oh you are a wicked thing, you are a crafty little devil you. "
And I would reply indeed I am I am a wicked little thing and a crafty Devil to boot and all of us know that Mischief Night isn't just a date on the calander- it's a way of life.
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