Ah, Halloween again!
Inhaling deeply of the fresh mountain air as he gazed at the lake outside the window, Clive smiled and sighed before glancing down at the dentists’ chair and the gleaming instruments arranged on the tray beside it.
Malcolm screamed as Clive picked up a sharp scalpel.
“It’s alright Malcolm; just sit back and relax.” Clive replied as he applied the scalpel, shortly afterwards replacing it and picking up a gouger.
Malcolm writhed and screamed even louder.
“No father! Please, not THAT!”
“Malcolm, I’m only carving a pumpkin; it’s not high art.”