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The best looking resident at Joe's Scarecrows, and me. I wish I didn't look so deathly pale.
I love cookies. Have I mentioned? All performances should have actors travelling through the audience with cookies at intermission.
Cousins, circa 1887.
At least I wasn't caught flapping like a chicken.
I think this is Agatha. Goats rock!
I had an amazing time. Just ignore the death glare.