As if their capes were bats' wings, witches, wearing black pointy hats, cackle. They propel through the air on broomsticks.
A Goblin Cat prowls the streets looking for a bad little girl.
Six-year-old Susie stomps. "I want to trick or treat."
"No. Danger lurks on Halloween night." Her mother warns.
"You're a liar. I want to go." Susie crosses her arms and pooches out her lower lip. "I want to go." She throws herself on the floor. With her arms flaying, she kicks, "I want to go. I want to go."
"Stop that." Her mother reaches down and pulls Susie up. “Go to your room."
"Candy. I want it. I want it. I want it." Susie runs to her room. She glances back at her mother. "I hate you," she yells.
Ten minutes later, Susie is sitting on top of her bed. A light flicker in her brain. She gets up, tiptoes, and peeks out the door. The coast is clear.
Out on a dark street, Susie is searching for candy.
The Goblin cat is searching for a bad little girl.
He finds Susie. And eats his Halloween treat.
A Goblin Cat prowls the streets looking for a bad little girl.
Six-year-old Susie stomps. "I want to trick or treat."
"No. Danger lurks on Halloween night." Her mother warns.
"You're a liar. I want to go." Susie crosses her arms and pooches out her lower lip. "I want to go." She throws herself on the floor. With her arms flaying, she kicks, "I want to go. I want to go."
"Stop that." Her mother reaches down and pulls Susie up. “Go to your room."
"Candy. I want it. I want it. I want it." Susie runs to her room. She glances back at her mother. "I hate you," she yells.
Ten minutes later, Susie is sitting on top of her bed. A light flicker in her brain. She gets up, tiptoes, and peeks out the door. The coast is clear.
Out on a dark street, Susie is searching for candy.
The Goblin cat is searching for a bad little girl.
He finds Susie. And eats his Halloween treat.
