Last night, excuse me, early early this morning, Lucas woke up and said, "Mommy come to my room. There are witches on the ceiling." I had to see it for myself so I followed the little night elf to his room.
"Where are they?" I asked him.
"I don't see them any more. I just see the flying raccoon."
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