I knew I’d need the horses. They said that I should hold them but the pumpkin kept looking at me. “Tick-tock, tick-tock,” it said. It’s time to go to the party because I want to have a ball. Saddles will be provided because not everyone has strong thighs. Live play, live write, live life and make it up as I go along. The house needs decorating. My power has run low.
Invites have gone out. The seating's round but small. Please RSVP. Gatecrashers might be welcome.
The dating system for the posting of this event is inaccurate but someone's already making a dress. I've sent it back for changes. Further details might be provided.