“Don’t be like that. You look cute!” Jennifer tried to console Cliff, but he just stood there red-faced and sullen. He was in costume at last; and as his luck would have it, it was hardly flattering.
The satyr costume consisted of a pair of chestnut-brown fur trousers that ended in black hooves that forced him to stand on his toes, like how he imagined it was like to wear platform heels. Even as he stood there motionless, it was an effort to maintain balance. The costume also came with a ‘ruff’ of lighter brown fur that hung over the top part of his chest like a shawl or a feather boa. Topping it all off was a p