So it was one fine spring night when mr sven guntrap had been making the nightly
rounds when he heard the moans and ' oohs and ahs'
coming from the bushes.
he went to investigate and was shocked when the beam of his flashlight revealed
a black horned horse with glowing red eyes bursting out of a schoolgirls uniform and a
big black dog of similar style and clothing staring back at him.
he didn't bother to wonder if maybe one of the witchy spellmaking had gone horribly
wrong or whether these were mr burnes cousins from the old country.
he just ran like hell,with the clipclop of hooves and claws in pursuit...