
- "Mom, I swear if you let go of my feet, I'll never again . . . Mom? Hey? Hey! No! Don't do it! MOM! N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o . . . [thud]"

- "Put them back — PLEASE?"

- "Hey, this one isn't done — it hasn't turned a color yet."
- "OK, little friends, I'll tell you a scary story, called 'The Night of the Rake, the Leaf Blower and the Plastic Bags.' Stop me if you've heard it before."



































