The Neighbors

            Midgets in camouflage arrived at the house by car that morning.  They wandered in and out of the house for a few hours, with no apparent goal. At one point, Siamese twins came to the house, and brought their Chinese dragon costume into the house. Once the dragon and the Siamese twins were inside, the midgets filed into the house one at a time, and the place was quiet for most of the rest of the day. At around 7:34 p.m., there was a thunderous crash from the house, and everyone ran out of it with hot dogs and rum.  Soon, they had found a grill from God knows where, turned it on, and the smell of burning hot dogs soon permeated the entire neighborhood. 

            When they opened up the rum, things got really crazy.  The little bastards took most of the trash cans on their street, and used them for midget gymnastics and racing down the street in the trash cans themselves.  The cops were called at least once, but they weren’t any help. They just got out of their cars, took some rum, and laughed their ways back into their cars.  One of the Siamese twins found a box of fireworks, and all hell broke loose.  Both of the twins lit and shot Roman candles all over the place, singeing some trash cans and scaring some of the midgets back into the house.  Then, a two of the midgets picked up some fire works and fought back.  One midget got on another one’s back, to get a higher vantage point from which to fire the fire works.  Thankfully, everyone passed out by 2:00 am, and peace was restored to the neighborhood.

            At least, that’s what the neighbors saw. What I saw was the best family reunion I’ve ever been to!