Griffin costume tf 1

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An innocuous brown package arrived on the doorstep one morning, bearing the words only "for Fetho". It was addressed to no one, and it had no return information. How it escaped the dead letter office was another matter. When Fetho came outside to see it, he could not recall a mail truck pulling by, and could swear that looking out of his window a few minutes ago, there was nothing there.

Thinking it weird, but assuming he must have not have heard the truck, he took the box inside. He set it on the ground and crouched down to have a look see at the box. As he tried to open it however, the box lids flew open, and inside something stirred. What looked like a clawed arm flew out of the box and grabbed Fetho's hand, as if to pull him down into it, he shut his eyes expecting the worst. As his mind raced with confusion and shock, he opened his eyes to see he had not been pulled into the box, but some thing had grabbed a hold of him.