Happy Halloween

Mr Tumnus plays a Narnian
lullaby near an outdoor lamp.
It's the closest thing he could
find to a lamp post.

It's Mr Tumnus, complete with parcels,
umbrella and scarf.

This was the first public outing for Furvus. He went in costume; as Mr Tumnus, everybody's favourite faun.

The scarf was borrowed from a neighbour. It's surprising how effective it was at completing the costume.

I felt it better to include a breech-clout to cover up the Furvus/Tumnus, erm, package in case there were children present, although my wife decreed that it should have been black and not Indonesian batik.

She was going to appear at this same party as Lucy Pevensie, but alas was unable to find sufficient dowdy 1940s girls' clothes and shoes.







Speaking of children, just as I was heading out, the doorbell rang and a small girl said, "Trick or treat!"

She was taken aback when I asked her if she was a Daughter of Eve, and was probably about to burst into tears when my wife stepped in to explain that I was from The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. At this point, this shocked child (who must have been all of five years old) suddenly became Mr Tumnus' BFF.



Recorder close-up.
Not a heavy, metal instrument.

The party itself went well, and the hooves stood up to foot-tapping abuse and even further and more sustained abuse on the dance floor. People were amazed. Why?



The full-length shot.

Have they never heard of a dancing faun?



And the horns and ears stayed in place too when the music headed in a 70s metal direction. I haven't seen pictures of Mr Tumnus headbanging and singing along to AC/DC's Highway to Hell, but I guess it's only a matter of time.