It's Halloween, this time I'm posting it on Halloween day. And no this isn't another costume fic or a YAHF although technically it could be considered a mini-YAHF in that yes it is YET ANOTHER HALLOWEEN FIC, because hey it's Halloween and all of us enjoy a good crossover/scaretastic or crack fic. Anyway, enjoy.Disclaimer: I being the author of October Thirty-First make no claims of ownership to any of the characters depicted herin. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Productions. Jack Skellington and all things Nightmare Before Christmas belong to Tim Burton and Touchstone Pictures a subsidary of Walt Disney Studios. Their presence here is purely for entertainment purposes, I make no cash from writing, distributing or otherwise-ing of this fan fiction. End Transmission
October Thirty-First, All Hallows Eve also more commonly known as Halloween an event typically when demons, monsters and other nasties do not attack the humans, but why don’t they do anything on Halloween? What deep, dark secret do they fear that could possibly keep them in hiding on this night of all nights?
The Slayer and her friends certainly don’t know considering that almost every Halloween since ninety-seven, something has broken tradition, and it would appear that this Halloween looks to be a repeat offender or will it? Let us step through the door and find out, shall we?
An ancient tree in a clearing adorned with a giant jack-o-lantern door stands, the doorknob turns slowly and the door opens.Boys and Girls of every age wouldn’t you like to see something strange, come with us and you will see this our town of Halloween.
This is Halloween, the one night of the year when children run around in various costumes hunting for candy or enjoying a good scare. The Slayer and her friends sadly have become jaded at this time of year, even the youngest member of the original group Dawn Summers sister to the Slayer. The youngsters among the recently called Slayers are very disappointed at this and wish there was some way to make the core Scoobies like Halloween, as they will soon discover that wish is about to come true.This is Halloween; This is Halloween pumpkin’s scream in the dead of night. This is Halloween; This is Halloween everybody make a scene trick-or-treat till the neighbors’ gonna die of fright. It’s our town, everybody scream, in this town of Halloween.
Dawn frowned as she noticed several young Slayers getting into their costumes, being in Rome had been a blast, but once everything with the Immortal went south it was nice to get away and be back with the people she could relate to. Unfortunately as soon as one of the guys saw this they’d put a stop to it real quick, which was a real shame because Halloween hadn’t really even been a problem since Sunnydale collapsed. She decided that she would just have to stop Buffy from spoiling their fun, but the question remained how.
“Dawn, Dawn!” a girls voice shouted almost hysterical. Turning she found eight year old Chantale running down the hall with a look on her face which surprised her, it was one of terror.
“What’s wrong did Jacqueline steal your doll again?” she asked trying to be helpful and also calm the near hysterical girl down.
“Something’s under my bed,” Chantale whispered nervously, “I saw its teeth and it had red glowing eyes.”
“Not again,” Dawn said with a glare, “when is Denise going to grow up? Come on Chantale I’ll prove nothing is under your bed.”I am the one hiding under your bed; teeth round sharp and eyes glowing red.
“Dawn, there’s something else strange,” Chantale’s best friend Lola said coming up beside them without a sound. “Something’s under the stairs, we all heard it.”I am the one hiding under your stairs; fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair.
“That’s impossible,” Dawn blurted.
“Eeeeeeek!” a scream came from Gile’s private den, it sounded like Andrew.
“Ok what now, it isn’t even past six yet,” Dawn complained taking both girls by the hand and leading them off towards the private den.This is Halloween; This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween. In this town we call home everyone hail to the pumpkin song.“In this town, don’t we love it now everybody’s waiting for the next surprise.”
“Who the hell is singing?” Kennedy wondered joining the group at the top of the stairs, Dawn thought she saw something move underneath them and could have sworn she heard the hissing of snakes.
“And why did mister Andrew scream?” Chantale questioned nervously not wanting to go down the stairs since she could actually see the thing beneath them.
“Hush now, you are both Slayers nothing can harm you here there’s a ton of people here like Rona and Vi and even queen amazon herself Buffy to protect you,” Kennedy stated smiling at the girl.
“Let’s just get this over with, some of the older girls are probably playing a Halloween prank is all,” Dawn stated confidently ignoring the presence beneath the stairs and taking a step down them, a black cat hissed from beside her and raced down the stairs startling her.Round that corner man hiding in the trash can something’s waiting now to pounce and make you, Scream! This is Halloween, red ‘n black, slimy green aren’t you scared? Well that’s just fine, say it once, say it twice take a chance and roll the dice. Ride with the moon in the dead of night.“Everybody scream, everybody scream.”“In our town of Halloween.”
“There’s that singing again,” Kennedy commented, “and where’d that cat go?”
“Under the stairs I think,” Dawn replied.
“No it went over there, I saw, I saw.” Chantale was in tears her overactive imagination making her see things that may or may not have been there. Lola squeezed her hand gently and then another commotion could be heard.
“Clown, Clown, kill it!” Xander shouted in abject terror from the kitchen.
“What’s his problem?” Theresa wondered coming out of her room and joining the group.
“Xander has this thing about clowns,” Dawn explained.I am the clown with the tear-away face here in a flash and gone without a trace.
“Who’s there?” Andrew called out at Dawns’ knock.I am the who when you call who’s there. I am the wind blowing through your hair.
“Awfully windy all of a sudden,” Kennedy commented trying to lighten the mood as a mysterious breeze howled through the hall upsetting the younger girls.
“Andrew it’s Dawn, what, are you trying to scare the kids now too or something?” Dawn demanded beginning to get frustrated with all the growing insanity and the stupid musical number, if Sweet was back to claim her she was so going to slay him this time.
“I saw, I saw, I saw… I saw a shadow on the moon and it winked at me,” Andrew stammered nervously as he opened the door.I am the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright. This is Halloween; This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween.“Tender lumplings every where, life’s no fun without a good scare.”“That’s our job but we’re not mean, in our town of Halloween.”
“Did someone summon Sweet again?” Willow demanded as she too now joined the group with a badly trembling Xander. “And who dressed up as the scary clown with the tear-away face? Why is there a monster under the staircase with snakes and spiders and, did that shadow on the moon just wink at me?”
“Don’t ask me,” Dawn replied noticing the shadow too, “but follow that singing I think some of the things only the kids can see,” she suggested dashing off down the hall with Chantale and Lola in tow who looked like they’d seen a ghost.“In this town, don’t we love it now everyone’s waiting for the next surprise.”“Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back and scream like a banshee make you, jump out of your skin. This is Halloween, everybody scream.”“Would you please make way for a very special guy?”“Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch everyone hail to the pumpkin king. This is Halloween; This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween.
“Have I mentioned how much I hate Halloween?” Xander asked as the weary group stepped outside into the courtyard where practically everyone had gathered including Buffy who was armed to the teeth and Vi who looked ready to kill something. Dawn rolled her eyes and examined the center of the gathering where a trio of large tombstones had apparently been magically placed, one of them so large as to resemble a giant coffin which suddenly burst into flames. The singing seemed to be coming from within this monstrous tombstone wafting on the breeze, the shadow on the moon and several other aspects of the song were circled around it dancing and singing wildly as though it were all a game to them. Now Dawn could see the monster with the snakes for fingers and spiders for hair, the clown that had freaked out Xander who shot him a wink, the thing from under Chantale’s bed who was hiding under a trash can revealing only the eyes and teeth, the black cat from before and a large tree seemingly rooted to the ground where none had been before with several hanging skeletons all singing in tune with the music.“In this town we call home everyone hail to the pumpkin song. La, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la. La, la, la.”
The music ended abruptly and the tombstone-like coffin or coffin-like tombstone flew open revealing an impressively tall skeleton dressed in a dark black and grey suit with a bat like collar, the eye sockets flew open and everyone stepped back nervously as the skeleton demony thing emerged waving his hand and sending away the creatures that had been singing scant seconds earlier, all except the tree.
“Surprised aren’t you?” he asked cheerfully, “oh I knew you would be. Normally we don’t perform so early, but if we’d waited til the sun actually went down you’d have missed out on all the fun.”
“Fun!” Xander screamed glaring up at the skeleton who appeared bemused by his sudden outburst. “You call face tearing clowns that scare the life out of you fun?”
“Of course, doesn’t everybody?” the skeleton asked cluelessly, Buffy swung her Slayer scythe at it intending to kill it. The tree still standing next to him came alive and grabbed her in limb-like branches a face appearing in the center.
“Watch who you try to decapitate missy,” it threatened in a deep voice.
“Yes, it’s rude to go around killing things before they’ve had the chance to explain or introduce themselves properly,” the skeleton agreed striding up to the oldest living Slayer in recorded history and eyeing her with a genuine hint of anger. “Besides, since I am dead I can take off my head,” he stated rather casually removing his head from his neck and pushing it into her face, “Death and I have a little understanding.”
“Ok, fine, I’ll bite. Who are you?” she demanded trying her best to ignore the multiple skeletons hanging from nooses in the branches of the tree who were also glaring at her and kind of boxing her in.
“Why surely the Slayer must have heard of me,” he began sounding somewhat hurt emotionally as he returned his head to his neck, “or at the very least weren’t you paying attention to that marvelously frightful song? My name is Jack Skellington and I am the Pumpkin King,” he introduced standing regally at attention with obvious pride.
“Is that anything like the great pumpkin from Charlie Brown?” Chantale wondered curiously daring to speak up in the presence of this creature.
“What? Of course not, though I may have inspired Charles Schultz with the idea,” Jack returned immodestly.
“Well I sure haven’t heard of you,” Buffy said angrily. “Can you tell your talking tree pal to put me down now? I promise to play nice.”
“What? Oh of course, you can drop her Hollow,” Jack said dismissively before turning and marching up to Giles his impossibly long legs making him tower even over the head Watcher. “I’m not even mentioned once in your demon texts?” he asked disappointedly.
“I’m afraid not,” Giles replied his hands itching to polish his glasses, but he’d left them inside at his desk.
“Well really that’s not very polite, I may not be a demon anymore but still I would have expected you humans would at least have heard of me, here I am enforcing a contract signed in blood near the beginning of your race giving you one night out of the year for your own peace of mind and I don’t even get acknowledged or credited. Yes there was that one year I tried filling in for Sandy Claws that started all those rumors, but after millions of years being in charge of Halloween who could blame me for being a little restless?” Skellington asked almost going off into a rant.
“Care to run that by us again?” Buffy requested.
“You mean you aren’t even aware of the pact?” Jack blurted. “No wonder Doctor Finklestine insisted I come here, I must have really dropped the ball for all of you to have lost complete interest in Halloween and not even be aware of the significance of that night. And here I thought Sineya would have mentioned that to the first Watchers,” he muttered with a sigh. Jack slumped his shoulders.
“You knew the first Slayer?” Jack grinned and took Buffy by the hand.
“Of course I did, now then why not go indoors and let me inform you as to the Pact and the reason why I came personally to this place,” he suggested.
The core group of Scoobies along with a few of the younger Slayers gathered in the central library with Jack shortly after, the Pumpkin King as had been noticed outside was surprisingly tall he had to remove his head again just to fit inside until they reached the library where the ceiling was high enough for him to stand upright with his head attached. Some of them, like Buffy, who hadn’t bothered to pay attention to his clothes, now took note that he was wearing an all black and dirty grey suit with a long tail on the jacket and a big collar shaped like a bat. In the light of the building his skeletal appearance looked even ghastlier then it had appeared outside in the light of the sun and the group now noticed he only had four fingers.
Perching himself on a chair Jack grinned as the others sat all around some of them sitting on the floor as though he were a teacher, he reached into his coat, a snapping sound alerted them to the fact that he was pulling some of his rib bones out of the way. Removing a large tome from his body he showed it to the group, the title Halloween was stenciled across the cover in rich looking gold letters.
“First of all I should apologize for the terrible Halloween experiences you’ve all shared, unfortunately for the past several years I’ve had to delegate a few responsibilities to some of my underlings as it were while I helped to take care of the twins with Sally,” he explained, “that’s what I get for trusting Lock, Shock and Barrel,” he muttered mutely.
“You’re a father?” Dawn blurted and Jack smiled.
“Oh yes, care to see some pictures?”
“No!” the group chorused as one.
“Ah well I should get down to business anyway, there’s still lot’s to do for tonight to clean up the mess those three hooligans made,” Jack muttered flipping through the pages of his book rapidly.
“Might I enquire as to what that is for?” Giles questioned.
“This is the Book of Halloween Law,” Jack explained, “in it is everything pertaining to the history of Halloween including when the pact was made. I wasn’t always the Pumpkin King you know, I used to be an ordinary demon much like the ones you are used to slaying. My mother is actually, oh well that really isn’t important.” Jack stopped turning the pages and laughed turning the book so all of them could see they stared curiously or impatiently, or even bemusedly at the words written on the page. Some of them were written in blood.
“That’s Sineya’s name,” Willow observed spotting the poorly scribbled signature at the bottom of the page in red ink. Or what she hoped was red ink.
“I didn’t know people could write that far back,” Xander quipped.
“It says here that you agreed to enforce the laws of Halloween, or rather All Hallows Eve,” Giles noted, “what laws exactly?”
“All demons are forbidden from harming or eating humans on Halloween, they are to remain in their homes at night and allow you to have free reign of the night without fear of death or worse. There will be no spells cast on Halloween by any demonic mage or wizard; also spirits must agree to avoid causing to much mischief though they are allowed to visit with the living if they so desire. Werewolves are forbidden to change on the full moon before or after All Hallows Eve unless it is an emergency, they are given full control of their wolf bodies during these changes so as to avoid any unnecessary deaths.”
“That’s impossible,” Giles blurted, “how can you exert such control over werewolf metamorphosis cycles?” Jack chuckled and produced a small plant from his coat pocket.
“Even a man, who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright. Why do you think Werewolves hate Wolfbane? During the three nights surrounding Halloween they allow the curse to be lifted and Werewolves don’t particularly enjoy being controlled or collared, just ask Count Dracula.”
“Fascinating,” Giles said reaching out to take the plant.
“Anyone caught breaking one of these rules will be forced to serve the Pumpkin King for all time or if their infraction is grossly severe they will be banished from Earth forever,” Jack finished reciting from the book.
“Serve you for all time,” Chantale repeated, “doing what exactly?”
“Why carrying on the true spirit of Halloween of course,” Jack revealed with a big grin.
“But what does that even mean?” Lola wondered.
“Weren’t any of you paying attention to the song?” Jack demanded and then he snapped his fingers at a sudden idea the bony limbs striking together crackling and sounding brittle. “I know I’ll give you a demonstration, Ferdinand would you be so kind?” In response a vampire stepped out of the large grandfather clock sitting near one of the stacks, he looked anything but what typical vampires resembled. He was inhumanly pale, had a black suit much like the classic horror films depicted and was missing the facial ridges and glowing yellow eyes of the common variety.
“Of course Jack,” he said with a grin.
“I don’t sense anything,” Buffy announced, “he can’t be a vampire.”
“But I am, I killed this family one night, just my luck it was Halloween night. So Jack took me to his dimension, by the way say hi to Angelus for me.”
“Demons and vampires are changed, made into a less dangerous variety similar to how you envision them in your classic horror films and literature,” Jack informed, “except for Oogie Boogie,” he amended.
“Oogie Boogie?” Giles repeated baffled.
“The shadow on the moon at night, he’s a shadow of his former self these days.” Jack laughed at his private joke.
“Ok, this is all very fascinating, but it’s getting us nowhere,” Xander spoke up. “So there’s this pact, yay Halloween is for humans and demons get punished if they transgress against it, why come here to tell us all this?”
“But that’s not the reason I’m here at all,” Jack replied snapping the book closed and returning it to his person. “I came here to help you get over your Halloween troubles and bad luck so you can enjoy the holiday again as you used to. I understand you’ve had many problems since Ethan Rayne showed up in Sunnydale and messed up the natural order of things,” he stated laying a bony hand on Buffy’s head. “You’re still touched by his Halloween magic, I can feel it, I’ve been tracking down everyone from Sunnydale afflicted with it and I saved you for last, don’t you feel special?” he asked with a broad grin.
“What if we don’t want to get over them?” Willow demanded, “I’ve never felt this residual magic this could be some trick.”
“Nonsense, why wouldn’t you want to celebrate Halloween? It’s a wonderful night with costumes and candy which I seem to recall you Mister Harris enjoyed quite a lot in your younger days and meant to be harmless scares or pranks, the very spirit of Trick-Or-Treat,” Jack stated pulling out a large plastic bag with a grinning jack-o-lantern on the front.
“Be that as it may I hardly think we’d care to change our minds at this juncture,” Giles interjected, “and we are all a little too old for trick-or-treating. If you would simply remove this so-called Halloween Magic from us and be on your way.”
“Goodness I can see this will take quite some work,” Jack said frowning disappointedly. “Aha, I know just the thing that should help,” he exclaimed with a gleam in his eye sockets.
“No you don’t mister Pumpkin Pie,” Buffy threatened reaching out to grab Jack, but before anyone could even try to stop him Jack had done his thing. A thick fog surrounded the group and eerie music began to play a soul wrenching melody that filled everyone with a sense of longing and sadness, Buffy coughed a little and reached for a weapon only to discover her hands full with a tiny plastic fairy wand and a large pillowcase turned sack.
“Buffy what happened?” an unfamiliar voice called out. Confused the senior Slayer turned to her right and found a young nine year old redhead dressed up in a beautifully mysterious gown of dark greens and blues with a pointed witch’s hat perched on top of her head. Glancing down in shock she found herself to be much the same as far as her current age was concerned, she was dressed like a fairy with a pink mini-skirt and gossamer silk wings on her back.
“Willow is that you?” she asked the nine year old in front of her.
“Of course it is,” the girl said with a pout.
“Ok, just making sure, it isn’t every day we turn back into nine year olds,” Buffy admitted.
“My word,” Giles’ familiar voice said. Turning both de-aged girls discovered a Giles who looked to be no older then twenty-five dressed up in leathers and carrying spare pillowcase sacks.
“Giles, you’re… young,” Willow blurted.
“Yummylicious hottie young,” Dawn’s familiar voice added from somewhere behind Giles.
“Way to state the obvious guys,” Xander quipped as he stepped out of the fog in a ghoulish costume that resembled a zombie, dangling from his still empty eye socket was a fake eye on a stalk of slimy looking tendrils.
“Ewwww gross,” Buffy said scrunching up her face in disgust.
“Don’t do that,” Xander shouted angrily reaching up to tear the eye out only it wouldn’t come out. As though Xander was a real zombie.
“I’m sorry Xander,” Buffy apologized.
“That’s kind of a pretty neat costume Xander,” Willow admitted with a big smile.
“Nobody look at me!” a new voice screamed, which naturally resulted in everybody turning to find another nine year old girl. A little brunette wearing a hula skirt and coconut bra padded to make her look grown up, topping it off was a liberally applied body paint of pale white tones imitating dead flesh and a large fake battle axe buried in her head with loads of fake blood dripping down her neck.
“Now that’s a cool costume,” Xander said.
“Who is that?” Buffy wondered.
“Kennedy is that you?” Willow asked; the girl nodded dejectedly. “What’s wrong baby?” she asked rushing up to her and trying to take the plastic axe off.
“I don’t know, but, well I just feel gross,” she replied softly; Willow frowned and moved in to kiss her only for Xander to suddenly press himself between the two of them breaking them up.
“No, just no guys save it for when we’re older looking again ‘cause that just looks wrong,” he requested.
“Kennedy’s feeling bad I can make her feel better if I want Xander,” Willow argued sticking her tongue out.
“Nine year olds don’t act like that,” Xander defended with a stubborn look, “and we’re not alone.” Everyone could see further now as the fog had lifted and Willow blushed as she discovered they weren’t in the library anymore, they were surrounded by kids running screaming from house to house on a dark and foreboding looking street. A couple of older siblings were staring strangely at the two girls, one boy in particular looking rather eager to see the kiss that Xander had broke up actually happen.
“Get lost pervert,” Buffy threatened looking very unthreatening in her fairy costume. But the fourteen year old ran off when Giles shot a glare at him, Dawn stepped out from behind him with her arms crossed over her chest. Unlike the rest of the group she hadn’t changed at all except for her costume, she was dressed head to toe in an emerald colored empress’s gown with matching tiara and high heeled shoes.
“Excuse me,” Jack spoke up as he stopped the kid from running around the corner, “but that’s no way to act on Halloween.” He tore off his head again and screamed in the kids face, the boy paled considerably and fell down possibly dead in the middle of the street, others ran up to him paying Jack no mind.
“No fair why isn’t Dawn a kid again?” Buffy demanded with a pout.
“Since the monks made Dawn as a fifteen year old whatever Jack did to us must not have been able to affect her,” Giles surmised reaching to polish his glasses only to find them still missing.
“Exactly,” Jack exclaimed rejoining the group, “and before you try to kill me again let me say I did this to help you get over your Halloween issues. So go trick-or-treat to your hearts content and let go of the hatred, fear and mistrust, Halloween is meant to be fun,” he insisted.
“Was it fun for that guy you just killed?” Kennedy demanded.
“Him?” Jack indicated the boy who was now sitting up. “I just gave him a little scare, nothing to worry about, I freelance sometimes in other areas and I owed a certain individual a favor concerning setting certain individuals on the right path.”
“You mean making sure he doesn’t turn into a pedophile or something?” Andrew wondered popping up beside Dawn in a full Klingon costume complete with authentic Original Series make-up.
“What? Don’t be ridiculous, he sees dead people now, besides at fourteen hormones are hormones and wouldn’t you have been a little intrigued if two nine year old girls started kissing in the middle of the street?”
“Andrew doesn’t count, his wires are crossed,” Xander said with a mischievous smirk.
“You have until midnight children, don’t disappoint,” Jack stated breaking up the conversation and with a flourish he was gone.
“Ok, it’s official Halloween sucks for us,” Buffy stated.
“To be fair he is trying to help change that opinion,” Willow pointed out.
“Did he have to make us nine years old again?” Kennedy complained. “Going through it once was bad enough.”
“I don’t know, it does give us the perfect opportunity to score free candy,” Xander admitted with a goofy grin.
“And seeing as how we can’t return to normal until we humor the strange fellow I suggest we enjoy ourselves for tonight,” Giles decided.
“Fine, let’s get tonight over with at least it isn’t something like another demon attack,” Buffy said with a sigh. “I wish he’d given me a better costume though,” she whined out of the entire group her’s was the most common, or at least she thought it was until her wings started flapping and she took off from the ground. “Ok, maybe it’s not so bad.”
“Halloween magic?” Andrew asked.
“Must be,” Dawn replied. As the group headed up the drive to the nearest house Jack reappeared and smiled mischievously, a new player emerged next to him with a smile of his own gracing his lips.
“I told you Ripper and the others could stand a visit from the Pumpkin King,” he said.
“Very well, I shall forgive your infraction on Halloween this time Ethan.” Jack shot the chaos mage a glare and removed his head thrusting it into Ethan’s personal space. “But if you ever invoke that spell again or disrupt the sanctity of my holiday I’ll give you to Oogie Boogie, and he’s far less forgiving then I,” he threatened darkly.
“Of course,” Ethan said nervously, “incidentally I must thank you for getting me out of that prison.” Jack chuckled and popped his head back on with a little smile.
“I didn’t do it for your health, I have a special request to make of you, Sally’s pregnant again and as I have no real skill when it comes to that sort of thing I have need of your services.”
“My services, whatever for? I thought Finklestine built your children.” Jack grinned and a darkness seemed to fill his expression erasing the semi-harmless persona of before.
“In order for this child to be born certain promises had to be made, I need to collect but locating this one will prove beyond my considerable talents.” Ethan smirked.
“Who’s the unlucky bastard this time?” he asked a hint of glee in his eyes.
“Levinson, a mister Jonathan Levinson and wouldn’t you know he went and got himself murdered, but as you know if I go into the realm of the dead, well…” he trailed off.
“Say no more,” Ethan interjected with a raised hand, “as luck would have it Death owes me a favor for getting him out of a sticky situation with a couple of kids a few years back, you’ll have your newborn child before the moon wanes.” Jack smiled broadly and clapped Ethan on the back; the two of them both parted ways until Ethan could return and Jack got back to work spreading his special brand of Halloween fun it was his job after all. Even as he worked though he was hoping all the while that this time Sally would have a girl because she so much wished for a daughter.
“Boys and Girls of every Age wouldn’t you like to see something strange?” he said pulling out the pictures of his boys and eyeing them fondly.The End