The Hairy Monster Pt. 1

The drawing holds of Salem, but wise black. Oh, none. Can you all, I'd be today?

Yes, sir. A lot of folks have been writing up letters asking how old Nancy had to be such a nice right-aid. Eh, eh, eh. You said, if, Satan, the whole answer to that question is that we know magic, sir.

I wear the iron rings to keep away romantic, those olives are onion hanging over my door to drive off twos and fevers, and round my neck I wear the potent talisman, made door in the increase of a moon, which protects me from all accidents.

A body to take skill of a health with powerful It feels like then, is bound to reach a honour and 18 years like I just turned today. Right Satan, another reason for me living so long is that I never tell the lies.

Which proves there's no truth in the saying that the good guys young. We only got another chair for little bedtime, sorry for you now. If you'll just turn out them lights and make it nice and dark, that's it.

Now, draw up the fire and gaze into the embers, gaze into them deep and soon you'll see four people at the door of a fine big house. Soon you'll learn about the hairy monster. That's our tale for tonight. The hairy monster.

Here we are. Now just the moment I find the light. God, yes. I have it. Now look at the inside of your new home. He's brilliant. Like it. I like it. The regular mansion. Perfectly squished.

And for your Lieutenant House, Brown and Pernan. And you'll carry out the conditions of Mr. off as well and live here continuously for one year beginning tonight. You shouldn't have been. Ha, try and get you away.