I'm a Dummy

I stuffed newspaper in my clothes, put on a monster mask, propped myself up in a chair near the front door and passed myself off as a Halloween dummy. Some friends came over for dinner and noticed my craftsmanship. “Wow, look at the dummy,” said the mother and the father in the group. “It looks so real.” Their 8-year-old disagreed. “It looks so fake. There’s newspaper sticking out of the sleeves,” he said. Before I could scare the family into a coma, the boy gave me a good hard kick to test the dummy’s durability. Yup, a dummy for sure.