Ginny’s father found the beast in the forest on Halloween. He wounded it and carried it home. He chained the beast to a cellar wall, and called her to see it.
“Ugly thing, ain’t it?” he said, picking up his horse whip; a monstrous thing he sometimes used on Ginny. “I’m gonna teach it some manners!” He swung the whip, breaking the beast’s skin.
Ginny acted without thinking, picking up a pitchfork and plunging it into her father’s back. Then she unchained the beast and set it free.
“Happy Halloween,” she said, as the beast quickly faded into the night.