by Annie Taylor
October 31st had arrived at last. Halloween! And that meant candy, candy, candy. Andi’s and Melanie’s mother, Rebecca, had to work late, so the assignment of Trick-or-Treating with the girls fell on Grandma Ann (me) and Grandpa Allen.
Andi, age 6, and Melanie, age 4, were so excited that the task of putting on their costumes was almost futile. Finally the mission was successful and before me stood two little funny-faced goblins. Actually, they resembled clowns, but they wanted to be scary, so goblins they were.
The moon was bright and the wind rustled the fallen leaves, scattering them from lawn to lawn and making an eerie crunching sound as they tumbled along. Grandpa had the duty of driving the car as I followed the two little goblins from house to house as they called out “Trick-or-Treat!” I waited a short distance away, and each time the girls came bounding off the porches to show me how much candy they had collected. I proclaimed them to be the best Trick-or-Treaters ever.
Finally we reached the last house of the night, which was complete with howling noises and fog that escaped the rafter, and at the end of the porch swayed a white ghost that stopped Melanie in her tracks.
“What is wrong with you, Mel?” Andi scolded impatiently.
“What’s that?” Melanie pointed toward the ghost.
“Oh, Mel, that’s supposed to be a ghost, but it’s not – it’s only a sheet. Now come on so we can get some more candy.”
All seemed well until a Gorilla stepped from behind the front door, towering over the witch. That was all Melanie could take, candy or not. Wide eyed, she wheeled and ran off the porch, dropping her candy bag in the process. She flew pass me heading directly for the safety of the car and Grandpa Allen. I gathered her candy bag and waited for Andi, who was not far behind, and walked to the car. I had a strange feeling that our “Trick-or-Treating” was over.
As we drove away from the haunted house, the witch and the gorilla, Mel began to ask questions about what she had seen.
“Did you see that big gorilla standing behind that witch?”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t scared,” Andi answered.
“Why do they let that big gorilla run around in the house like that?” Mel asked.
“Oh, gawd, Mel! They probably don’t keep it in the house all the time. They probably have a cage out in their back yard for it.” Andi answered as though she knew for certain. Allen and I looked at each other and snickered.
Mel concluded that conversation with an astute observation: “Well, all I know is that I wouldn’t want to clean up after that big gorilla when he poops in the house.”
Annie Taylor tells us about herself:
"Writing as Granny and her Jug, I pen humorous but true stories about the way of life in the hills of Oklahoma/Arkansas. These stories are centered around Pa (aka Jug). Pa is the life of these mountain stories, and I (Granny) am the author. My stories have been read mostly by friends and family. They encourage me to keep writing these hilarious truths about Pa's adventures and our down-to-earth way of living."
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