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His little bag is removable!

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Dibbert the gryphon was so excited about Halloween! Even though he was a "mythical beast," and he was therefore supposed to keep out of sight of mankind, it was one night that he could go out in the world and be close to the people. He knew that the peace that kept their lives intact would be broken if humans and the mythic were to come into contact again. He had never been Halloweening before, so he wasn't quite sure what to expect; he'd only heard his Cooler Older Brother whispering about it and laughing to his friends. Dibbert was quite sure he wasn't supposed to have heard, which made things that much more exciting. All Dibbert knew was that Halloween was the night when humans dressed up as other creatures and went from door to human door and received lots of treats, and if you were very careful, you could blend in and do the same.

Unfortunately, Dibbert's inexperience led him into worlds of trouble. As he hopped down from his home in the rocky hills and sauntered into suburbia where there were many small humans walking the neighborhoods, he arrived at his first doorstep. A tall old woman bent over him from her doorway and squinted down at the diminutive gryphon. "Where's your bag, then?" the old lady creaked.

"Bag?" the gryphon squawked, his bird tongue poor at making the human sounds. The old lady tutted and disappeared for a moment, and returned with something in her hands. "Here's an old bag you can have." She held it out to the gryphon, who took it in his front claws.

He eyed it curiously, having never before come across a bag, experimentally put the corner of it in his mouth. He stared the old lady in the eyes, and squawked, "Oooooold baaaaaag!" The old lady huffed something that sounded like "thankless... generosity..." and slammed her door in his face.

Dibbert sat and watched some of the local fauna arriving at other doorsteps and realized that the bags were meant to hold treats. Stupid! Stupid gryphon! He had to do a better job of blending in or he would be found out. He sauntered over to the next house on all fours, the bag in his beak, following behind a small group of humans garbed in sheets and goblin-like glowing face paint and characters with funny hats and eyepatches and parrots. "Huhm," thought Dibbert as he eyed one child, "that one's a pretty poor example of a mermaid. No fangs and no spears at all... and it's walking on land..."

As his turn came at the door, Dibbert squawked the secret chant he had overheard: "Trickertreeeeeeeet!" and the woman in the doorway ruffled his head-feathers, cooed at what a cute costume his was, and tossed a handful of items into his bag. As he left the first step, Dibbert took one of the tiny treasures out; it glittered in the fading daylight, and made a crinkling sound. He sniffed it. Not gold... he sniffed again, and, as with the bag, he put it in his mouth. Oh, rapture! Though the outer skin was a bit papery, so he spit it out. Some sort of human food-treat, then! He'd never tasted its like.

A small child passing by Dibbert on the sidewalk said, "You shouldn't eat it all now, you'll get a stomach ache. And your mom'll be mad anyways." Dibbert nodded and took the small one's advice, and left the rest of the treats in the bag.

Things carried on like this for several hours. Dibbert walked from door to door, often receiving adoring squeals and compliments and pats before more treats were piled into his bag. Dibbert could get to like this Halloween thing. He didn't get much attention at home, since his Cooler Older Brother had learned to fly so early, impressing everyone. Diminutive Dibbert impressed no one, until tonight.

After a while, though, Dibbert realized his feet were getting a bit tired, and the streets were getting a bit darker. Fewer and fewer houses had their front lights on. And soon, as the small cluster of humans disappeared around the corner in front of him, Dibbert realized nobody else was out on the streets at all.

He suddenly felt very alone. And very, horribly lost.

"Well," he thought, "at least I have my treasures." He sat on the curb and looked into his bag... and to his horror, he realized that there was nothing inside! A closer panicked inspection showed that a hole had developed in the bottom.

Dibbert began to cry. Silent little sobs at first, and then sad little feather-wrenching cries started to bubble through the chilly night air. It was very unCool, he knew, but he couldn't help it.

Fortunately, his most unCool behavior saved his hide, for his Cooler Older Brother and his friends were soaring the night sky. They honed in on the sound of the sobs and they landed near Dibbert with his empty, useless bag. Dibbert immediately began to cough and rub his eyes with his forepaws, pretending he had only been choking on something instead of crying like a moist egglet.

"Oy, izzat yer wee brother?" one of his Cool Older Brother's slightly less cool friends said. "Weepin' 'is little eyeballs out, eh?"

"Shut up," Dibbert's Cool Older Brother said to his friend. He looked down at Dibbert. "What are you doing way out here, squirt?"

"Only, only I heard, I heard you saying how fun it is to go out on Hallo, Halloween," Dibbert sputtered, trying to make sure his tears did not come back. "I just wanted to do the fun things you get to do. Only, Brother, why do you have paint all over your beak? It's glowing. And why's one of your friends wearing an eyepatch? And why's -he- got a fake parrot on his head? And are those fake mermaid scales in her mouth?"

Dibbert's Cooler Older Brother coughed a bit himself, wiping the glowing daubs off of his beak, and a few of the others shuffled around nervously. "Dibbert, my Dear Younger Brother, there are some secrets that Halloween night holds. They are delicious and juicy and often crunchy and they should never, ever be told to parents. And while they involve eating human treats, it's not in the way that you're thinking..."

Dibbert learned many things on his very first Halloween. Many of the things he learned had to do with the fact that Cooler Older Brothers did bad things sometimes, which made them Just A Little Less Cool. Dibbert came away from the night feeling that the lessons he learned himself were pretty important, and he swore to himself that from now on, he would worry less about what his Older Brother thought of him.

Oh, and that he would always triple-check the bottoms of his bags.