Istra, after a long grueling night of trick-or-treat, releases herself from her uniform, and ponders the meaning of it all. Trick, or treat? Sucker, or suckee? Pony, or unicorn?
Emeth, rebel, refusing to don his dragon-y covering at the crucial moment, instead cleverly disguised himself as himself. A little boy with big pockets. He also refused to carry a bag, and insisted on people stuffing his right hand pocket with booty... only when it was filled to overflowing did he consent to adding a little to the left, also. Meanwhile back at home, daft poppy thought the lad could use a little broccoli pick-me-up after his long night's labours. Poppy was dismissed. But, broccoli-less, consciousness suddenly fled...
Let this be a lesson to you all.
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