The white dog in this scene from one of Queen Victoria’s worst nightmares represents:
a. the purity of Manitoba.
b. Victoria herself protecting the Empire.
c. an inner desire to chuck it all and go on the stage.
d. something nasty Victoria once saw in the woodshed.
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(Empty stage filled with all manner of sorts. Man wearing rooster costume from neck down enters stage left. Neck up, the man wears his own head.)
Man (gazing up as up can be): … the night … the dream … the hope … ah, despair …
End (blackout)
The owl man was the undisputed master of slashing things to ribbons.
The Halloween owl man is famous primarily for:
a. creating the flakiest pie crusts in all of Zombieland.
b. slashing things to ribbons.
c. consuming 18 cows at one sitting.
d. hypnotizing Godzilla.
The loon held a lengthy discussion with this triffid philosopher and was sent on his way with these words of wisdom from the alien plant: ‘If not now, who? If not then, where?’
The owner of the pumpkin patch concludes his haunting spiel with an offer of $10,000 dollars to anyone brave enough to spend Halloween night manacled to the skeleton scarecrow in the middle of the pumpkin patch. His harrowing tale of past Halloweens here has blanketed the few gathered with terrified silence. You, however, are made of sterner stuff. You step forward and volunteer loudly. The owner smiles.
It is Halloween night, and you are staring at the moon while manacled to the ridiculous skeleton scarecrow. You are warmly bundled against the chill air and grow drowsy. Half asleep, you sense movement. Your head snaps back, and you stare at the grinning skeleton. Stupid dream, you think. You note that the moon has made substantial progress across the black sky. Slept longer than I thought, you think. You flex your legs and waggle your head, adjusting to a new comfort. You nod off again, head lolling forward. In your dream the skeleton taps you on the neck. You awake. The moon is gone, leaving behind an inky sky sprayed with stars. You feel another tap, as if from an icy finger tip, on your neck. You turn your head. There she is. You die.
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