Our entrant installed himself on our TV aerial, watched by myself and the moon, at about 730pm.
The other neighbourhood entrants put on a terrifyingly high standard of song, and our plucky competitor was obviously overawed for he could only muster a few scratchy whistles before flying off in the face of some truly mellifluous music from the rooftops.
Looking at him, a better costume might have helped too. He looks a bit scruffy.
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