It was a dark and stormy night and Lulu needed to take Bob out to do a little of this and that. Mostly that. Being dark and stormy, it was also a bit chilly and Lulu didn't really feel like going up stairs in the Haunted Heap, as the strange old house she was visiting was referred to, so she decided to borrow a remarkably fuzzy and weird sweater from the peg by the door. It was greenish and looked like the fur of a wild animal, but she really didn't care how it looked as long as it would provide some warmth. What Lulu didn't know was that the sweater was a very special one made of died Sasquatch fur, which rendered the wearer very Sasquatch-ish. Bob enjoyed his walk, by the way. The next morning Lulu awoke to a town in a frenzy. There were news crews with their big cameras interviewing the inhabitants of the usually quiet neighborhood in which the Haunted Heap stood. "Sasquatch sighting" was the phrase on everyone's lips. Lulu didn't particularly care, though, as she wasn't at all afraid of Sasquatch.
"Lulu," the owner of the Haunted Heap said,"did you happen to go out wearing this sweater last night? It seems that the Sasquatch that was sighted was walking a remarkably cute dog."
"Well, it was dark and stormy and cold," Lulu answered.
"Maybe you'd better not do that in town any more. This is the Sasquatch sweater."
"That does explain a few things," Lulu remarked. "But anyone who owns a Sasquatch sweater should probably store it safely in order to avoid unintended Sasquatch scares."
"Anyone," answered Lulu's interlocutor, "who is being pursued by a Wicked Witch should avoid the appearance of weird phenomenon which might serve to attract her attention."
"Good point, but the Witch would like to get her hands on you too. Just think about that when you're leaving your sweater unsecured."
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