The Halloween balloon

Ever since Halloween before last (that's 2006 to you and me), we've had a small orange balloon hiding away in the corner. Foraging for food while we're asleep. Knawing holes in my socks when I'm not looking. Typical evil Halloween balloon stuff. We found it cowering under the table just before Halloween 2007, with still a little bit of life left in the old boy. We put it as pride of place. But sneakily "someone" started toying with it. Torturing it as it lay captive and vulnerable pinned to the wall. Foreshame Becky, foreshame. We'll miss you Halloween balloon. I salute you oh near immortally blown up bit of rubber. RIP