In a voice absolutely laden with resignation, Daddy Nut said, without looking up from the supper table, to Number Three Nephew:
"Go get your costume on. It's the only Hallowe'en you're gonna get."
(Three was going to a Beavers costume party)
"Costume? What costume?" Asked Three.
"I don't know. Just get something from the box."
"Oh." Standard reply from any of the Peanuts.
Several minutes later he came back as Sir Three, Squire of the Realm, having assembled tunic, helmet, breastplate and so on, from the odds and ends of the costume box. For his troubles he came home with heaps of tasty treats. Not a bad haul for a tickle trunk knight.
solitude + inspiration
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