09-12-2019

09-12-2019

09-12-2019

Evening, late... deathly silence.

Suddenly, someone rings the doorbell.

The owner goes slowly and opens the door. In front of the threshold, on the mat, a small skeleton (about 20 cm), dressed in a black cloak, carrying a scythe in his hand...
-Oh, my God, ohhhh... are you the Death?
-Easy, dude! I came for the hamster!