Not so much a mandrake. More a little girl drake, really.

A little something dug up on a moonless night...



I think I may need a larger pot.
I think it turned out pretty well for a costume I thought of on Tuesday; it helps that the day I can't pull a witch costume out of my closet is probably one where I'm out of town. Of course, we went and wandered around the mall for a little bit this afternoon and seven or eight people complimented my "awesome witch costume," four people asked what she was and had no idea what a mandrake was, and two people asked me if my hair was real. Silly normal people.
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You might also be amused by the occasional cry of "Release the Babies of War!" as I put her down to crawl about. Of course, there's also the occasional problem where she immediately turns around and grabs my ankles...
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