Candenstein

July 15, 2009:

Oh, look at the children, playing in their yard! Why, that's what we used to do when we were children. All the neighbor kids would come over and we'd play and play until one by one our curfews would call us inside. What fun that was! How I miss playing in the yard! How I miss having a yard!

Oh! Wouldn't it be grand if I had pockets full of candy that I may sprinkle the grass with goodies as I ran past? My, that would be magnificent! I would be known as the Candy Runner! Or, Goodie Goodie Run-Drops! Yes! Yes, that would be grande!

But I must devise a way to avoid parental fears of poison . . .

July 20, 2009

There is one of the little children now! Oh, fiddlesticks! I have forgotten my candy.

Oh, wait! Wait, little boy! Why are you running inside?! Why do you continue to look at me with those terrified eyes? I am just a runner, little boy. I am of no harm. Don't go inside! Don't hide behind your dog!

Ah! But it is too late. I am a monster.

I now fear my primary adversaries are the children themselves.