On candystripe legs the spiderman comes softly through the shadow of the evening sun stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead. Looking for the victim shivering in bed, searching out fear in the gathering gloom and suddenly a movement in the corner of the room!
There is nothing I can do when I realize with fright that the SPIDERMAN is having me for dinner tonight!
Sleep Well my Pretties...
1 comment:
LMAO.........what a little dag
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