Sailor here. And Zoe. Boy, are we mad.
Mom said that today was a special day and that Trick or Treaters would be coming to our door. I mean, how wonderful is that? People come to the door, do tricks and give me hot dogs! Usually around here it's me who has to do the trick and then rarely do I ever get a hot dog, or even a small slice which has been chemically altered in the microwave to resemble nothing like its former juicy self. But tonight -- with great anticipation did I wait! Zoe waited, too, but she was actually waiting for the chance to slip outside and run down the street chasing cats or squirrels or anything small and furry. And there were a few small, furry creatures with masks lurking in the shadows.
When the world turned dark, kids came to the door. They looked a bit odd, but they smelled like kids and they had bags and lanterns and pillow cases full of candy. My stomach said, "Hot dog, hot dog." I got ready. But instead of doing tricks, they yelled "Trick or treat!" Instead of giving ME hot dogs, Mom gave THEM chocolate. Nobody gave me chocolate; chocolate is forbidden. Not once did I smell a hot dog. Nobody gave me anything. How could this happen? Where did I go wrong?
Anyone who comes to my door saying, "Hallo, weenie," is CLEARLY expected to give me hot dogs. What a gyp. I think I will be grumpy for the next three minutes.
Sailor sorely disappointed and Zoe more interested in running into the street than in hot dogs, chocolate, or children
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