Why does weird stuff always happen around this time of year? Does anybody even like Halloween...?
[Simon might have had more to say, but right afterwards, he hears an odd "buu-buu" in the background.]
...Huh? What- that was-
...Boota!? Hey, hold on!
[With a surprised gasp, he shuts the journal and hurries off. For the next little while he'll be following a little
molepig around the village, looking concerned. And is it any wonder that the molepig is running? After all, Simon is trussed up in
this costume, and looks quite unlike himself.]