At first no one recognised the wild-haired, red-eyed apparition, until they saw him brandishing the scalpel-razor and realised it was their very own surgeon.

“I don’t believe it!” Ochre exclaimed.  “Doc, I’ve never known you to be that wild! That’s a wicked costume!”

Fawn smiled mischievously. His sultry companion carried, what at first sight, looked like a delicious plate of pies. “For you to eat afterwards, boys,” she promised.

Ochre’s stomach was grumbling already, and they were only half-way through the photo-shoot. True to her words, Melody offered him the plate, her face dead-pan, but the sudden giggling from Karen and Dianne behind him gave the game away that something was up. He looked closely at the plate, and then noticed the artful arrangement of the ‘fingers’ in the pie.

“Nice one, Nolie,” he said with a grin and a shake of his head as she burst into laughter.