It's that late hour, the hour where all the nocturnal animals come out to play, what are you going to read tonight? Wait, what's that outside your window, do you hear it, thwack, thwack, thwack.
Dare you go look? Dare you put your foot outside of it's cozy coccoon the blankets?
Thwack, thwack, thwack...
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