Armed with my trusty holstered carrot, Elsie and I took to Marion Street with a vengeance in search of Kit Kats, Snickers, and Sour Patch Kids. We were successful, but I did freeze my cotton tail off. We had to convince Elsa to wear her fleece, which she finally consented to in hour two.
Here we are relaxing on the porch enjoying our bounty at around 8PM on Halloween night. I heard Elsa wake up about four hours later crying, "my tummy HURTS!"
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