A few people who called that night, expecting to be greeted with the customary witch laugh, expressed disappointment. So she laughed for them. It's a wicked, gleeful, cackle, you know.
One caller was Richard, who wanted Penelope to hear the witch laugh. Okay, easy enough, happy to do it.
One caller was Alyce, who now outdoes her mother in the witch laugh area. I say good to that. But here's the kicker. Alyce's husband Ben outdoes them both. High-pitched, effortless. It tickles the bones to hear it. Go figure.
Then, of all things, while they were on the phone they insisted that the witch do her turkey gobble. She tried to get out of it because that one really does take effort, but they were relentless. So she did it, and I must say it was great.
The word things
- In an email I received yesterday: tricker treaters
- TV, a football game color commentator describing an outstanding punt return or something like, said, ". . . boy, he put an explanation point on that!"
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i've been working on my turkey gobble. ben says i shouldn't. apparently, it's not attractive. at all. big shock. you should see what i do with my neck while gobbling.
i am openly jealous of ben's witch laugh and the ease with which he does it.
Maybe there are trickster treaters?
I hope to hear your gobble before Thanksgiving!
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