"What the hell is Nightmare Night?" Handy asked casually, receiving nothing but a kick to the top of the crate in response. He rolled his eyes. Great, that meant some nosey buggers were coming over to say howdy to the new arrivals, and he just had to put up with being confined to the tight fitting box all the longer... And his nose was beginning to itch. He wasn't sure what in God's name olive farmers needed a six foot by one crate for, but there was straw present in the box along with the strong scent of varnish. And he was beginning to feel woozy as a result. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...