Don’t feed the Snackasaurus after Midnight they said.
If only “they” knew that two small snuffly Snackasaurus were outside in the rain way later than midnight on Halloween during a Big Shiny Harvest Moon.
There was a coolness and a sparkle to the air, a feeling that magic was nearby and suddenly my small Snackasaurus’s (Snackasaurus? Snackasauri?) turned into small dogs. I wonder if they will turn back next full moon, what do you think?










