Every year the Dragons of Castrovalva return to the mountainous regions up North after frolicing in the south. Their migration path happens to be directly over my homestead. As the horde passes by, Ralphie tends to swing down to say hello (he pays us a visit each Samhain (Halloween), to help hand out candy), but he always forgets that we put up strings of lights and he tends to get caught up in them. This year, yet again, he got himself trapped on my roof entangled in the lights. Oh Ralphie, what to do? Happy Holidays from Myself and the team!
Well, it seems to me that Ralphie feels happy tangled in colored lights. Maybe he thinks they are fireflies and plays catch for them at night.
