A dazzling full moon camouflaged the sinister aura of the fierce, gusty wind.  The grandfather clock chimed midnight.  Bickering and scuffling sounds interrupted the stillness in the night.  The streetlight shone through the bay window capturing the shadows of the female dolls shoving Buckwheat as he tried to defend himself.  The females discharged words at Buckwheat like a firing squad.

      “Who is he?”  Hearts asked.

     “You mean what is he?”  Chelsea asked.

     “W...