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There was a knock on the front door on Halloween night. Lifting a big bowl of miniature Crunch bars in one hand, Mrs. Thompson hurried to the door and pulled it open. Standing on the front porch was a small boy wearing a homemade pirate costume complete with an eye patch and a wide, over-size hat with a skull and crossbones on the front.

“Avast!” the boy declared in a high, squeaky voice. “Trick or treat!”

Mrs. Thompson smiled as he held what looked like an old pillowcase open before him.

His hat was so big she could barely see his eyes from under the brim.

“My, what a cute little boy!” she gushed. “And what are you supposed to be?”

The boy looked up her, annoyed. “I’m a pirate!” he declared.

Noticing that the boy was all alone, Mrs. Thompson said, “But you’re all by yourself. If you’re a pirate, where are your buccaneers?”

“Under me buckin’ hat!” the boy said, glaring.


Your friendly neighborhood Wizard

BOOooo! LOL

"The banshee shrieks with WICKED delight, on this, a cold and death filled night!"

I remember dat one,David!

rod spain

lol

Tiff