Piccicato in Heaven

Well, come on in and see grandma, dear. Hold the door, catch. Turn the skull and crossbones and lift up the latch. She swings on in. Then the wolf says, Hello, dear child. Why, grandma, says red.

You have such strange eyes, and your voice is so deep, And your teeth are king-size. The better to see you. The better to greet you. And my teeth, ha ha ha ha. The better to eat you.

Well, the werewolf jumped up and he pounced upon red. Pounced upon her there. But she fought him and clawed him and scratched him till he bled. He bled! Ah ha ha ha! Her favorite food!

And coir-possil cocktail would taste all so good, says Red. And here's the moral of the story. A well-trained young vampire will always come through at the thought of a possible galon or two. And later at home, Red told Mama with glee, those werewolves aren't about it or Mama.

What? What? Oh, pardon me. I like coming home for the summer. You know, these are people that I grew up with, and I love the old buildings, and... That was not too old. Looks brand new.

Oh, that's Dr. Snow. He built that about a year ago, and he came to Palm Cove to open his practice.