Do you all remember the scene from A Christmas Story where the little kid comes downstairs wearing the bunny outfit?  Me too!! I think I have found something even worse.  Oh yes.  Imagine you, on Christmas morning, your whole family is at your house, everyone is exchanging gifts.  Your wife comes up to you and hands you a gift and she whispers..it’s from your gran, she is so excited, she says she made it herself.  Then with a pat on the arm your wife walks away.  Now your first though is, How sweet, but less then a nano second later you feel fear creeping into your brain.  You decide to take the gift upstairs and open it so at least nobody can see what is in there.  You tear open the wrapping and open the box, and you almost start to cry.  At the same time you begin to weep uncontrollably you hear your gran’s sweet voice call upstairs…WHY DON’T YOU PUT THAT ON AND SHOW EVERYONE, IT TOOK ME ALMOST A YEAR TO MAKE IT! You feel the blood rush to your feet and wonder what is it that you did to your lovely gran that makes her hate you this much.  You look at the window and think about jumping out and just running away, but all reason steps in and stops you from doing so.  You sigh and pull out this wonderful work of art your gran made for you and talk yourself into how not bad it is, and what could it hurt.  You put on your new garment and make your way downstairs, as soon as you come off the landing of the steps everyone goes quiet because you are wearing THIS:

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Willow

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