Happy HELLoween, hungerers for horror! It wouldn’t be spooky season without a visit from your old Uncle Flurnston, so here’s a moldy old tale of terror I dug from the vaults titled… Terror is Served.
“What do you mean, you forgot?” shrieked Mrs. Wawa at her sheepish husband. It was the day of little Willie Wawa’s fifth birthday, and his parents were in a panic. “We’ve invited all his friends for a lavish party, and you forgot to call the caterers, put up the decorations, and hire the entertainment?! How will we get that done by tonight?”
As if to answer her frantic question, the doorbell rang. “Greetings, my name is Egghead McGee,” said the strange little man when they opened the door. “I am an itinerant jack-of-all-trades — clown, cook, and balloon artist extraordinaire — and I happened upon your lovely home in hopes you might have need of my services.”
Scarcely believing his luck, and having not read ahead to the end of this story, Mr. Wawa hired him and set him to work. Mrs. Wawa had her doubts, but when the party began, the strange little clown proved his worth. The guests laughed at his delightful antics, and his seemingly inexhaustible supply of streamers and balloons transformed the backyard into a festive funhouse.
“Now, while you pin the tail on the donkey, I will see to dinner.” And with that, he disappeared into the kitchen. The Wawas let out a sigh of relief. The day had been saved and everyone was happy, especially their beloved son… wait, where had Willie gone?
“I hope you’re all hungry!” said a voice from behind them.
In hamlet and village ‘cross many a nation We find fearless felines in grave situation Within cemeteries aside ancient churches Cats congregate in search of cool perches For a crypt of concrete or a headstone of marble Makes a soothing retreat to air out the harbles So let’s hit the boneyard, that is if you’re willing And enjoy this collection of cats who’re just chilling
The backyard is decorated for Halloween, so Hana and Kitten Miri step into the scary space for a spooky snack — with an extra plate for Maru, who’s there in spirit.
