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“Trick or Treat!”

I’ll give you a trick.

“Smell my feet!”

Now where did I put that key?

“Give me something good to eat!”

Ah, here it is!

I held up a finger, too excited to speak. The kids, all dressed up as ghosts, stopped their song, waiting to see what kind of goodies I had. I unlocked the cage and came back to the door.

“Trick,” I said with a smile. I moved aside as my husband burst through the door. The kids tried to run, but it was too late. A werewolf was much faster than sheet-clad kids.