Breathing Halloween Skeletons

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We met this bunch of suave guitar-holding skeletons at a Halloween party for children, which our toddler son thoroughly enjoyed.

My first reaction looking at them was that although they were barren, their presence was paramount; shrouding the rest of us in the hall. They gave vibes of joy, and were unlike other blood-curdling, spine-tingling skeletons.

Their smile was endearing, but their eyes cautioned that they’d long been dead. Stare at the eyes and you’ll know.

How different are we from them? Are we too dead and insensitive? In flesh and blood we certainly are breathing, but we are worse shadows.

They Say:

You touch the feet of Theodore Dwight Woolsey, and you’ll study at Yale.

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Did I touch his feet when I toured Yale University? Yes

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Could I study at Yale? No

Grab the bull by its balls, and it’ll bring you financial good luck.

Did I grab the balls? Yes, the cold bronze

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Did the grabbing help? No

Lastly, on a Halloween night:

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Do I need that mask to be called a devil? No

So I am a devil? Yes

Do I hate myself? Not yet

Happy Ending or Nappy Ending? Happy ending, hopefully.