It might be nice to be confused for a warlock sometime.
I'd go around wearing a wide brimmed hat, black cape, and a good walking staff. Gandalf 2.0, perhaps.
People would offer me free bagels and corndogs, and they'd stay out of my way. Sometimes folks would even hand me a kitten and a cup of cocoa, which would be terribly nice of them.
One time, I'd climb high in that one tall tree, and hurl fireballs down at the errant snowmen who were laughing at my funny leather shoes.
The police helicopter would be blasting warnings at me, before the SWAT team exploded my pine friend, and the whole thing tumbled down in a pile of sawdust.
On second thought, maybe this isn't such a great idea, after all.
I'd want to be a battle troll.
- Daniel
