....and to all a good night....

.....and as he zoomed past the dog, offering him not even the slightest, "How do ya do," he leaped down the stairs with the grace of a falcon, slightly fluttering his wings as he landed lightly upon his feet. He took off down the sidewalk and rounded the corner of the house, leaving me in "Shock and Awe," never to lay eyes upon his visage again, but I heard him say as he flew out of sight, "Thank you for the sneakers and to all a good night." I thought this was strange since it was morning. Alas, I fear, poor Jacob will never see his sneakers again.