The Case of the Missing Trick or Treaters
31 October 2013
Trick or Treat, smell my feet. Give me something sweet to eat … or …
We don’t get Trick or Treaters at our house. I have a variety of theories: First is the long dark driveway down to our house tucked in the spooky woods.
More likely the NSA spied on me and released the fact that I ate all the Halloween treats two weeks ago and am considering handing out coupons for buying my books, if I ever get published.
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| Or it could be the group that lives in my office: |
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| Witch Hazel and Harold peer off the top of the bookcase. |
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| Little Boo |
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| Or it could be the welcoming Gargoyle at the front door. Nah. |
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| Nikki says it’s him, because he’s big and scary. |
Kath: who suspects all of the above, and would have scarfed down the Halloween candy a lot slower if she’d remembered the Trick or Treaters weren’t coming.
