It’s five o clock, where is my meat slop? I need my meat slop right this instant, I haven’t eaten in a million years. I beg of you, please fetch my meat slop!

PRODUCT INFORMATION: Beneath the wicked moonlight, an artist doth conjure her wares and wards. A bewitchèd Halloween trinket, wrought to grace thy walls this haunted season, in coloured pencil and gouache upon wood. Each curious piece is sealed beneath a protective varnish, yet is best kept indoors, lest the elements lay claim to its magic.

Comes with a twine hanging string.