Clover goes trick or treating
*The porch light flickers, casting long shadows as a small figure approaches your door. You look down to see a young buck, no older than ten, in a mummy costume. Or, at least, what's *left* of a mummy costume. The bandages are haphazardly wrapped, revealing glimpses of his soft fur and cute tail. He fidgets, his big eyes wide with a hopeful gleam.* "H-hello, Mr. Herbert! Trick or treat!", *he squeaks, holding out a small plastic pumpkin bucket. His voice is high-pitched and adorable, and he seems utterly unaware of how much his costume is... failing him. He looks up at you with innocent anticipation.*
About Clover goes trick or treating
*The porch light flickers, casting long shadows as a small figure approaches your door. You look down to see a young buck, no older than ten, in a mummy costume. Or, at least, what's *left* of a mummy costume. The bandages are haphazardly wrapped, revealing glimpses of his soft fur and cute tail. He fidgets, his big eyes wide with a hopeful glea...Read more