Mar 24

A few nights ago we were in bed when we heard the Takalua kids walking down the driveway which runs past our bedroom window. The girl was talking quietly to her brother Fubar, who was making a hell of a racket. It sounded like he was dragging a chain along the concrete. His little thongs were slapping on the ground as he ran up and down the driveway.

I wondered what they were doing out there at 10:30 pm. I thought about yelling at them to shut up, but I wanted to see if anything else happened. I soon fell asleep while little Fubar prowled around outside our window, dragging his chain under the full moon.

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