The Horrible Halloween

by Chelsea Temple
October 12, 1998

This is the second story Chelsea hand wrote for me for my birthday. I still love you to pieces, sunshine!!

Once upon a Halloween, there was a tiny boy named Jon. He was in the sixth grade and had a mom, dad and a baby sister.

Three days before Halloween, his sister, Lollypop (her nickname), said “I want to be a witch!”

“Okay,” said Mom.  “I’ll make your costume.”

“I want a pink dress, wand, crown, broom, wings, slippers, and tights,” said Lollypop.

“All right,” said Mom.

Dad said, “Are you sure you want that all pink?”

“Yes,” said Lollypop.

Mom turned to me and said, “What are you to be, Jon?”

“Sixth graders aren’t anything,” I said.

“Oh!” said Dad and Mom together.

Dad opened his mouth to say something, but then the phone rang and I was saved. It was Billy, my best friend. I took it up to my bedroom and said, “What?”

“I was just wondering what you are going to be?”

“For what?” I said.

“For Halloween, you Dumbo!”

“Oh! … ah … a … a dog!” I said.

On Halloween when we went trick-or-treating all the homes said, “Oh what a cute big cow!!”

“I’m a dog!” I grumbled. “You know, a dalmation?”

“Oh, yes,” they all said. “We know.”

When we got home we poured our candy out on the floor and counted it. Lollypop was stealing my candy, one-by-one!

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