Thomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas

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don’t think one is expected to subject them to, er, physical exertion.’ ‘Should think not, man. We don’t want a lot of healthy ghosts buzzin’ around.’
There was a blood-curdling scream. It echoed around the dark pillars and arches, and was suddenly cut off.
The They peered around the corner. The Archchancellor was sitting up, rubbing his ankle.
‘What idiot left this here?’ he said.
‘Left what?’ said the Dean.
‘This blasted wire baskety wheely thing,’ said the Archchancellor. Beside
him, a tiny purple spider-like creature materialised out of the air and scuttledArchchancellor stopped abruptly. The wizards cannoned into him.‘Sounded like a blood-curdlin’ scream, ‘ he said.’Follow me!’ He ran around the corner. There was a metallic crash, and a lot of swearing. Something small and striped red and yellow, with tiny dripping fangs and three pairs of wings, flew around the corner and shot over the Dean’s head making a noise like a miniature buzzsaw. ‘Anyone know what that was?’ said the Bursar, faintly. The thing orbited the wizards and then disappeared into the darkness of the roof. ‘And I wish he wouldn’t swear so.’‘Come on,’ said the Dean. ‘We’d better see what’s happened to him.’‘Must we?’ said the Senior Wrangler.