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It was later.
The elephant piñata rang my door bell having
used my license plate number to find out where I lived.
I hesitantly opened my front door,
but having hit him with a baseball bat
I let the elephant piñata have his say.
Me: Uh huh.
Where would you find and egg beater that big?
No, I don’t want to buy any Girl Scout cookies!