You know that stupid old saying, “The early bird gets the worm”? Well, it’s true. When you buy Halloween pumpkins too early, you end up getting worms. They lasted only long enough (the pumpkins; not the worms) to have their faces carved real purty and their pitchers tooken while they sat out on the porch glowing ... and then they quietly curled up and died. So there’ll be no pumpkin chiffon pies (the only kind worth making, I think) out of those! More’s the pity.
After the rush of trick-or-treaters had died down, we took our kids out to a few of their friends’ houses. Keith and Hannah decided (albeit reluctantly) that they were a bit old for such nonsense; but Dorcas had no such qualms, and gleefully donned her tall witch hat, sparkling half-mask, and joined her little brothers and sisters. The four younger ones (not counting Caleb) had rubber masks of the Tasmanian Devil (Teddy); Bugs Bunny (Hester); Donald Duck (Joseph); and Tweety Bird (Lydia). Lydia, who wasn’t nearly as timid as usual inside that mask, thought it great sport to say, “Tricker Tweet tweet tweet tweet tweet...” followed by a great many giggles.
While we were gone, someone demolished one of our pumpkins. I imagine he gave it a good healthy kick ... and then, envision his dismay when, instead of a THUNK--CRAAACK!!, he heard, SSSQUISSH!!! SLURRRP! (That ‘slurp’ was when he finally got his foot back out of the mushy, gooshy thing, after a great deal of dancing about, shaking his foot like a cat after a puddle.) Oh, ha ha ha. Just what he gets. No need to wonder why they only destroyed one pumpkin; after all!--there’s only so much gore a petty criminal can stomach!
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