Suddenly a black cat dashed across their path.
"Oh, Gerald," said Alice. "That's bad luck for us!"
"Nonsense, dear. That's pure superstition." He stopped and scraped his foot on the sidewalk as though to wipe away the cat's passing.
Immediately there came a thunderous growl as the black cat returned--having grown ten times its former size with fangs to match--to claim the two lovers for a Halloween snack.