As it turns out, we found a hobo living in our yard.
Yes, a hobo.
We caught him one evening drunk on Pirate's Booty
while rummaging through our stuff
looking for shiny things.
And to make matters worse
he wasn't wearing pants.
I chased him off our property using words like Skedaddle! and Scoot!
Oh boy did I mean those words too!
Meanwhile Chup shot photographs
for evidence of the crime.
The whole episode went by like a blur,
he picked up his knapsack
and started running . .
. . . laughing the whole way . . .
Last we saw him he was headed for the hills,
begging for candy from door-to-door as he went.
If you see him around, tell him he left his mangy tent here.
He knows where.
*costume, make up and knapsack all produced by Daddy Chup
isn't he clever?